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​Imaginary  Conversation

   When the air planes flew off the ground and reached a certain height, in a cabin that was not so bright. Suddenly I felt that it was time for me to immerse myself, just like lying in the bed and thinking alone in a quiet night. I didn’t know why I got the feeling that the further I was away from the ground, the closer I was to my died grandpa. When I calmed down to think, it seems that grandpa was talking to me and he gave me the answer I wanted in my heart to resolve my feeling of lonely and gave me a certain sense of identity. Maybe I was just talking with myself and just wanted to get the answer, but this emotional feeling is real, which is difficult for me to distinguish.

Imaginary Conversation, photography, size variable, 2020
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