Daughter, 6 months old

I was painting my graduation work, laying my daughter down on a piece of cotton to use as a canvas. I imagined the newborn child to be brand new, but it felt so nostalgic and ancestral. I felt history in such a small creature. Then I began to wonder if I might be the same. I always thought of myself as a rootless person, but I realized that my Korean roots and the fact that I was born in Japan had something to do with my painting. I, who can hardly be described as Korean or Japanese, have been working incessantly on large paintings, chasing after images that welled up, as if I were trying to find my place or myself. And in the future, I would like to paint the pictures I should paint in a size larger than anything I have ever worked on before.