ENG / KOR

I used to walk past them without a second thought-the weeds at the edge of the path, the grasses growing wild. One day, without knowing why, my gaze fell upon them. They are not truly without names, and yet they live as though nameless, stepped on without notice, cut back without hesitation. In their quiet, unacknowledged lives, I caught a glimpse of myself. So I began to wonder if I might return their lost names to them, and seek out the reason they endure.


They are everywhere-on vacant ground, along the roadside, even in the cracks of the city-present, yet invisible. Weeds that are trampled, severed, dismissed, and still they grow back. Like every plant, they are fragile, but they carry their own ways of survival, strategies of persistence. Somehow, that resilience echoed my own struggle to continue working, and the lives of other artists who share this time. This work follows those strategies of survival. What began in the likeness I found between myself and the weeds has become a way of looking back on life through theirs-a meditation on endurance, on fragility, and on what it takes to keep living as an artist.