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Wind (194X500) 1988 Work
From actual sceneries to expression of images ¥² – Mentality of Indian ink and emotional approach to the inner self
Expressed by gaining energy from the moment and unity of reeds moving, the remaining space is expressed as water to emphasize the sense of space. The reeds bow down with their collapsed cold heart to wipe away their tears. The reeds are not the ones singing the calm lyrics to let the wind blow and sweep away this heart of mine. They are the reeds screaming by vomiting all the passion, loneliness and sadness.
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