When sunlight streams into my studio, fine particles reveal themselves along the beams of light. They are so minuscule that they seem to have no weight, making no claim to their own existence. Their drifting appears to serve no particular purpose. They simply float through the air, yielding effortlessly to any movement around them, only to resume their gentle dance before settling somewhere or rising again.

Yet, these imperceptible, insignificant specks fill every corner of our world—densely, without gaps. My canvas, too, is filled with tiny lines. I carefully place each humble stroke, hoping that every line finds its own place in a natural order that befits its nature. In my pursuit of recording their narratives, I reach for my pencil again and again, laying out these unassuming lines across the canvas.