Cell

I go back home on a packed train during rush hour almost every day. Pushing someone and being pushed by someone, I was shut in a crowded train and I felt it harder to breathe. What I saw from the windows of the train were the lights of the apartments that were uniformly arranged one by one, but shining beautifully. I thought that they were like biological cells which shine on and on. I had felt like I was in the center of the chaos, I felt like I was relieved when I saw those lights of cells. In the early years of my career, I would take photos of commonplace sceneries. However, those pictures were not the images of mine. I felt it uncomfortable to take these disposable images. So, I decided to blur the light of my whole works. The circles of lights turned into small dots, in another word, cells. Moreover, these dots appeared sometime separately and sometimes simultaneously, depending on how I blurred them, and this was the moment when I found the beauty of blurred light. That was also the moment when I found the silence in the chaos.