The Lost in Translation
Steel, Hemp Rope


      One day, I sat in front of the French Window in my apartment, and I saw the boundless sky and the edge of this city. And I thought about the question why I was born in this world, why I ask this question to myself, and how this question is created by my consciousness. That was the beginning of my new body of work. This semester, I’ve been trying to understand and explain the operation of human consciousness with the concept of “circulating.” Ralph Waldo Emerson said, “The life of man is a self-evolving circle, which, from a ring imperceptibly small, rushes on all sides outwards to new and larger circles, and that without end,” a quote that reminds me to rethink my personal experiences, in which I make the same mistake several times and ask myself the same questions but at different times. I realize that these mistakes and these questions are like traps that my mind has set up in order to trick me. These traps and tricks resemble, to me, teeny tiny circles. Every time I desire to look for an answer, I jump into one of these extremely small circle. Unfortunately, every time I think I have a correct and specific answer, I just come back to the original position, the edge of the trap. It means I have to jump into it again to seek an answer I’ll be satisfied with. I will repeat this action again and again, until I think that finding the answer is no longer meaningful for me. I may never eventually find a precise answer, or maybe there is no answer in this world, but my consciousness has been expanded during this process. For me, seeking an answer that we don’t even know exists or not, and fixing a mistake that we try to avoid, are the most common ways in which we expand the mind.