ใทใชใผใบใ็ตกใใจใใใ่ฑใใใใ ่่ใฎๅทฃใฎใใใซใไธ็ใฏใใชใใใใใใจใใใจใใฆใใใ ่ชฐใใไบใคใฎ็ฎใงใฏ่ถณใใใ่่ใฎใใใซ8ใคใฎ็ฎใง็ฒ็ฉใๆขใใ๏ผๆฌใฎๆ่ถณใงใฏ่ถณใใใ่่ใฎใใใซๆฌฒๆใฎ่ถณใๅๆนๅ
ซๆนใซไผธใฐใใ ใใชใใฏไฝใซๅทปใใคใ็ณธใฎใใใช่ชฐใใฎๆฌฒๆใ่บซใซ็บใใชใใใใใใงใๆญฉใใใใชใใฎๆฌฒๆใใพใใ่ชฐใใฎไฝใ็ธใใใใ ใใใใใใใฏ้ฃใใ้ฃใใใใใใงใฏใชใใ ใใชใใฏใใฎ็ณธใซใใฃใฆ่็ฉบใซๅ ใกใใซใใใ่ชฐใใไธไบบใซใใใซๆธใใ ๆฌฒๆใฎ็ณธใ้ใใจใฏ้ใใชใใ่่ใฎ็ณธใฏๅผทใ็พใใใ ้ๆ ผๅญใฎไธญใซๆใใใใๆๆใใใไบบใ
ใใๅใๆฒใใฟใซๆบใกใๅญๅจใจใฏ้ใใชใใใใใใใใฎ้ใงใใใใใใใใใฎไธญใซใใใๅคใฎๅผฑใๅพ้ ใชไบบใ
ใๅฎใใใใซใ่ใ
ใใๆ้ฃ่
ใฏ้ๆ ผๅญใฎไธญใซใใใใจใฎๆนใๅคใใฎใงใฏใชใใใ ใ ใใ็ใฎๆ้ฃ่
ใฏใ่ชใใฎไธญใฎ้ๆ ผๅญใใๆฌๅฝใฎ่ชๅใๅบใใชใใ้ใฎไธญใใใใฃใจๅคใฎ็ฒ็ฉใ่ฆใคใใใใใฎ้ๆ ผๅญใฎๆใซใฏใ้ตใชใฉใใใฃใฆใใชใใฎใ ใใใ This art work relates to "Entangled Flower" Like a spider's web, the world is trying to entangle you. Two eyes are not enough for everyone, like a spider with eight eyes looking for its prey, four limbs are not enough, like a spider with legs of desire stretching out in all directions. You walk with someone else's desire like a thread wrapped around your body. Your desire also binds you to someone else's body. But it is not a question of eat or be eaten. It is the thread that keeps you from falling into the void. It keeps you from leaving someone alone. The thread of desire is not always ugly. The thread of the spider is strong and beautiful. It is not always the case that people trapped and bound in bars are fragile and sad. Rather, they are in it because it is the opposite. More often than not, the rough predator is in the bars to protect the weak and obedient people outside. So the true predator does not let his true self out of the bars within himself. They stare out into the darkness at their prey. There is no lock on the door of the bars.
