Sometimes, I wonder how easy it would be if one does not need to communicate with others. On the other hand, I also become filled with fear when I start to wonder whether I would be able to live if there were only myself, alone in this world. How would one confirm his existence in a world where he does not see anyone, talk to anyone, ask help of anyone, or offer help to anyone.

The fact that I cannot become an artist on a desert island is not because there is no time, due to the pile of work one has to do in order to continue to live or survive. I believe that work necessary to survive and creating an artwork are essentially the same thing. What is lacking in the former is the enjoyment of confirming that one is alive, in other words, the composure in which one has room to negate while affirming, or affirm while negating, and also compare or express in metaphors. I, especially am an artist who has depended much on this "room" to discover the meaning of my works. Putting it in a different way, I may be an artist born from this idea of having "room". The reason why I can create weaponry and give them the role of an artwork, is because the society surrounding me does not need "tools" called "weapons" in their true sense. My works are recognized, interpreted, and function through people who share this concept of "room". Just as a weapon does not function in a world where there is noone else besides you, I also am in need of others.

From the pamphlet of [Delicate]