“Zhuang Zi once dreamed he was a butterfly, flitting and fluttering around happily and freely. As a butterfly, he did not know he was Zhuang Zi. Suddenly, he awoke and realized he was Zhuang Zi, solid and unmistakably human. Then he asked himself the following question, was I Zhuang Zi dreaming I was a butterfly, or am I now really a butterfly dreaming that I am Zhuang Zi? (Zhuangzi)My works begin from the premise that “life is but a dream,” indicating that human life—including human existence, experiences, and memories—is fleeting, impermanent, and insubstantial. In essence, everything we are involved in reality may be gone instantly as a dream vanishes soon after awakening. I explore reflections as means of metaphor for illusions or dreams to connote such ephemeral and elusive nature of our life.Embracing the idea that seemingly contradictory or opposing forces in nature are, in fact, interdependent and complementary, I compose landscapes where illusion and daily life may coexist, expressing the equivocal aspects of this world. By inviting the viewers to my simulated reality, ubiquitous yet non-existent, I suggest doubting the certainty of our binary perception and knowledge about reality. ”