I've been interested in investigating the idea of boundaries.
The boundaries between different concepts:
day and night,
branches and sky,
illusion and reality,
painting and non painting,
work and its background etc.
I do not wish to find the definitive line of these boundaries,
as there is none but merely a foggy, blurry vagueness,
similar to the feeling of gradually moving from dreaming to awakening.
This to me is the most beautiful and charming time.