Legend has it that in ancient Greece there was a dyer's daughter named Arachne. She is very good at weaving and embroidery.  "Neither human nor Athena," she declared one day, "could surpass me in weaving."  Athena was enraged and challenged her.  Athena weaved four scenes in which the gods punished the arrogant humans who thought they were equal to the gods. And Arachne weaved scenes of the gods abusing humans. The goddess became even angrier and threw Hector's potion at Arachne, turning her into a spider and punishing her for generations of ceaseless knitting.

 

The story of Arachne's eternal imprisonment in the body of a spider for challenging theocracy has multiple meanings to me. If challenging theocracy means awakening a person's self-awareness, but "God" does not give him the ability to match his consciousness, then what else does awakening bring him but pain? Or maybe god thinks turning a person who loves to knit into a spider is the best destination for her.

My latest series of works still revolve around the female body and try to relate the female body to insects, flowers, or objects. Through this connection, I try to find the freedom of the mind and the re-establishment of the boundaries of the body. Perhaps this is precisely the result of a confined sense of self in real life.