I was in search of my lost paradise. I wished to spend time surrounded by nature and living with nature. Upon my return to the land of my forefather I found that my paradise no longer existed. The wellspring was polluted and river no longer had fish. The rivers are sown and the meadows are planted with villas.  Factories are constructed on riverbeds and roads are built…   I have created hundreds goddesses and fish on the stones of the river and have dedicated them to nature.

I wanted to build his own paradise.   I liked to believe that these fish are alive, and were swimming against the tides.  My most beautiful moments were when I sat watching the turbulent water of the river, and the frolic of my imaginary fish. The darkest moments were when I witnessed the death of the fish.  I saw his my buried time and again. Due to a lack of respect, these figures have historically been ignored and distorted. I reproduce my destroyed works, and for me, they are metaphors for nature and the life of living creatures who endure pain, suffering, and are destroyed by the evils of our time.   I have taken refuge in the deep ravines where I can overcome evil. There is a temple where I am at peace to worship water. I am not tired. I am determined as ever to build my paradise.