"I'm good to go" words had no vibration of sound but violently trembled to my heart. A silence of poignancy, but gentle in the true way of nature. My grandma, who believed in the whirl of birth and death, has traveled to another place while she had a smile full of fragility and tenderness. Regardless of the vehicle and destination, my journey always resonates with her greatest journey. She always used to said, "The routes that we are traveling will converge sooner or later, and we will meet again until we both disappear by the currents of Karma"
These series is about the metaphoric route between my journey and the death of my grandmother. Neon light in general, according to our eyes, we see that the light is very still and quiet, but when we consider carefully, the consistent is uncertain, we see the flickering. It compared to the countless circle of life. This is a journal that disciplines myself to remember the death in our body and mind.