My work deals with self-healing.

For years, I believed my pains disappeared as I painted. However, since last year I have experienced a dead-end.

Those earlier “cured” pains have started to hurt me again.

What is “healing”? Is there even such a thing? I still feel the pain and agony which I believed that was healed. These feelings never disappeared.

I might be deceiving myself in believing that forgetting and disregarding pain is healing.

The little child in my paintings represents my persona: hurt, therefore unable to grow up. I painted as if I was talking or listening to the child. I tried to face myself by telling the child that I accepted and forgot the pains. In this way, I hoped to console myself.

Last year, I started wondering if my efforts might have been useless. My doubts began because I was unfairly attacked by the same person who previously caused my problems. I could not handle the turmoil by myself this time.

I was furious! ? I was mad at him because all my efforts at healing were in vain. Maybe healing was something that I should never strive to achieve.

After this doubt, I have to find other way to communicate with the child. The child has to ask different questions and seek different solutions. I might find real healing or I might find a way to protect myself from other people’s obscene intrusions.

In my previous series, I tried to heal my “past-self”.

In my current series, I want to save my “present-self” from the pain.