Our memories are the essence of who we are. They shape us, define us, and give our lives meaning. Yet, I often struggle with how easily these moments slip away. This fragility inspires my art, which captures and preserves these fleeting experiences to let them live on.

I divide my works into the seasons—spring, summer, autumn, and winter—to reflect the fleeting nature of life. These divisions show how quickly time passes, urging us to savor what we have within the limits of our lives and find beauty in the ephemeral.

Spring

The works categorized in the Spring section delve into the concept of the birth of memories. Spring is often linked to new beginnings, symbolized by crops sprouting and flowers blooming after long winters. Similarly, early childhood memories and the first sparks of creativity reflect this season, representing ideas just beginning to form and take root in our minds.

Summer

Summer is a warm season, a time when I would often see my family, friends, and cousins most frequently. For me, it’s deeply tied to nostalgia, as memories from these moments tend to stay with us the longest. Nostalgic memories can be both haunting and bittersweet, so while a sense of happiness underpins this season, the works in the Summer section also carry an almost unsettling and overstimulating quality, reflecting the complex, lingering nature of such memories.

Autumn

Autumn symbolizes change, seen in the falling leaves and shifting colors of nature—a parallel to the transformations in our lives and the evolving nature of our memories. As we grow older, our minds can deceive us, creating false memories or distorting past experiences. This season carries a lingering sense of nostalgia, mixed with the gradual fading of memories as they prepare to enter the final stage of their journey.

Winter

Winter represents the end of a cycle. Unlike spring, when everything is alive and blooming, winter embodies coldness and stillness. This description parallels the final stage of human life, where memories begin to fade away or, in a sense, die. Though filled with somber symbolism, winter closes the cycle with the quiet hope of renewal, much like a flower ready to bloom again in spring.