The mainspring of my work is derived from the death of my sister from brain cancer at the age of 24 in the winter of 1994.
Since then, I have had the dilemma, in grief and surprise, of thinking about what I had and lost. I started making art works that reflected such feelings and continue it as if I were writing a diary.
Many of my works take the form of labyrinths with complicated patterns, ruined and abandoned staircases or too narrow life-size tunnels, and all these works are made with salt.
A common perception towards them is "nearly reachable, yet not quite" or "nearly conceivable, yet not quite".
Memories seem to change and vanish as time goes by. However, what I sought for was the way in which I could touch a precious moment in my memories which cannot be attainable through pictures or writings.