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공중에 떠 있는 앙상한 나무, 길게 늘어진 양과 말, 점점 사라져가는 기억들.
We drift. We lose our roots and wander. And in the midst of relentless competition and severed relationships, we distort our own image. We visually embody this tense state of existence, ultimately mourning what is disappearing and questioning their very being.
A bare tree suspended in the air, sheep and horses stretched out long, memories fading away.
Oct. 16. 2024.