
About this work / story layer
The story inside Meeting With Myself
I imagined each worry, wish, duty, and passing thought as a branch growing inside the head. At first, these branches may seem alive and even beautiful. But little by little, they become so dense that they hide the person beneath them. The figure sits on a rough stone and cradles its own head, as if trying to understand what is still truly its own. The pale tree above the body feels fragile and beautiful, but it also makes clear vision harder. Søren Kierkegaard thought that a person becomes truly themselves only when they can face themselves honestly. I made this piece to suggest that some thoughts belong to us, and some only keep us from seeing ourselves clearly.


