I feel isolated in an empty and silent pit of despair. I'm walking on the cloud, without feeling the weight of myself, hearing my voice, and seeing myself.

In the darkness, I open my eyes. I see the storms coming from underground, flowers blossoming on my burden, the vividness in the valley, and everything seems unreal.

I brought to tears over the mental anguish, that has become part of my daily life. The valley of Baca is a metaphor in the Bible, which means the place of weeping. Weeping may endure for a night, but I will get through it one day. It is a personal project that reflects my feeling toward my current circumstance, my art practice, and my emotion.