What is this?

From the depths of my Zen practice, I often return to the question, “What is this?”

At first, it seems like a simple question. I see water and think I know it. Water is something to drink, something that falls from the sky, something that gives life and takes it away. Yet these are only shifting views, not the thing itself. 

The same is true when I look for who I am. My sense of self appears solid, but when I look closely, it slips away, changing moment by moment like a reflection on a flowing stream.

In my art, I live this question. Each piece arises from my mind, yet it points beyond thought, toward what cannot be fixed or named. 

When someone encounters my work, what they see is shaped by their own perception. In that meeting—where seeing meets being—something silent may reveal itself. 

For an instant, both seer and seen disappear, and only this remains.