Portico: The columns surrounding him did not come to greet him, yet they stood firm for his sake #1: Old man

Portico: The columns surrounding him did not come to greet him, yet they stood firm for his sake #1: Mother

Floor : For those who became the floor for those who didn’t want to walk on the bare ground: Series

Portico: The boy does not want to let go of the crown. Even now #3

Sang-ryang-mun (Topping-out ritual): It’s not love but love’s outskirts that are worth knowing

I call my frustrating envy Admiration and struggle to console myself. Victory lies before me yet drifts away, amid endless and forgotten purposes, I still pray others’ lives serve my longing yet

I love you, I will become me: Series

House of the Others: LC2 #1

House of the Others: M.T Minimum #2

House of the Others: Storage #3

House of the Others : Altar #5

House of the Others : Truss - t (Architectural element from an unknown structure.) #4-2

House of the Others : OMA : Truss-t? #4

You cannot restrain me at all, and I shall perpetually bestow upon you a state of tenderness: Series

The process of becoming the most humane architecture: Series

#1 A-10092020 Debris : Seagram building

#2A-12122020 Debris : Scaffold graph of disquiet desire

We get into the habit of living before acquiring the habit of thinking.: Forklift crane boom 1978 - 2020 - ing

Drawing Series

What I found during strolling in the disaster #1 : Not program but event

Doorknob: with every Doors, against my hopes and certainties.#1&2: Peformance

I often searched for stud walls in rooms. A light tap, a hollow sound, and a surge of thrill would rise, as if I were in rapture

I always wanted to write my own diary as well. And I think it's always amply written. But, as 'You' know, my diary is insusceptible and I can't concentrate anymore.

O my soul( I ), do not aspire to immortal life( You ), but exhaust the limits of the field of the possible( I ): A Clockwork Orange

O my soul( I ), do not aspire to immortal life( You ), but exhaust the limits of the field of the possible( I ): Pulp Fiction

O my soul( I ), do not aspire to immortal life( You ), but exhaust the limits of the field of the possible( I ): Oldboy

IUSEDTOPRAY #POST-IT

MY DONATION #3 BRT : I brought my LAB for our neutral attitude for you

MY DONATION #2 : I brought psychoanalyst to your bedroom for you

For studying boundary with new creation : I locked it up #3