Printed on paper, 350 x 385 mm, 2019
The image of my grandfather never changed. Grandfather and grandmother never get old in my mind. It is frozen in what I had seen when I was about ten years old. After he fell once, he began losing his memory. Even if I was a doctor, it is a disease that modern medicine cannot fix. However, I didn’t want to ignore it thinking like, ‘It’s natural to grow old, and we’re all faced with this kind of process.’. I made a work on how to make me remember more warmly and euphemistically. My face will be on one side of his closet, and whenever he opens the closet door.