Vanished Garden

Since long ago, I find myself trying to trace back to the women before me.

With my grasp trembling I anxiously wonder if I am standing at the end of the line.

Would I have the courage to face the countless spirits that have passed by me?

I toil to caress the tearful endurance of the women who have gone by ahead of me.

Han-ji (Korean traditional paper), the main and only medium of my work, bridges me to

the many lives of over 1,000 years and calms my fretful anxiety.

In search of the colors and shapes, awaiting to be discovered underneath I have glued,

mashed up, tore down and scraped Han-ji in many layers of different colors.

All this labor and toil affords me a time travel to the past and comforts the many spirits

from the past along with my own.