watercolour drawings
size: A3
I have this scar from when I was two years old,
June 11, 1998
It is the birthmark to me
It is the scar to others
I lived with the untellable, yet it is perfectly tellable through itself
It is alive, yet it is dead
It is my being; it is my suffering
It is my self-evidence; it is my self-defense
It can never be complete or eliminative,
yet it is always restored
It is the scar
It is the scar I have become
and hunting the location again and again
for being in the maze, which is exactly
‘Echo’.
It is the ‘Echo’ I named for my self.
I repeated these lines, brushes, and texture,
over and over again, it’s exactly what I’m
doing.
It is my beautiful silence,
my ignorance and innocence
It is my dignity flattened by mankind ruthlessly
I am not able to sense
because I am thoroughly desensitized
with imperceptibly camouflaged signs
I am enjoying it
I never notice it