My trauma originated from the environmental and cultural background surrounding me. I started destroying representative Korean traditional ceramics to escape my trauma and oppression. The Moon jar is a work of old masters. By detonating the beautiful pottery, I stepped forward and began to communicate with the world. While bursting them, I needed a way to escape the oppression without pretence, and that was to use fire that I could not control in destroying.
However, it was strangely double-minded. At the same time, I feel like I have to think about myself before others, and I want to remain a good person. Destroying one side is an effort and an act to overcome oppression; the other that maintains its form is the desire to stay a
good child. The faint flower seen through the cracks shows the hope that rises inside me.