In Japan, legend has it that a man and a woman who have a predestined encounter have had each other’s little fingers tied together by an invisible red string since the time they were born. Unfortunately, the red string tying my parents together either came untied, broke, or perhaps it was never even tied to begin with. But if the two had never met, I would never have been born into this world. If anything, you might say it is between parent and child that there is an unbreakable red string of fate.
I create artwork through my interest in blood relations. The most intimate blood relation is probably that of parent and child. My parents divorced some years ago. I still have questions and a great deal of confusion about how my parents, who had been together for a long time, suddenly broke off the relationship that they had spent so many years building together. When confronted with the sight of my parents disavowing each other and disavowing their long marriage, I cannot help but wonder what my existence, which came about through their meeting, really means to them. This question has been smoldering inside me as an issue that cannot be mentioned in front of them ever since their divorce. A variety of emotions and complex, troubled relationships exist in every family. But first, I need to spend as much time with my parents as possible so that we can understand each other again. And I believe that showing evidence in photos that we lived together as a family will lead to proof of my own existence.