The Smell of Rice Field, 2021, video installation, 02:00,
Rubin Museum commission
When talking about smell,
I recall my memory in rice field,
the smell of the rice field.
In 1999 just after I graduated from the university,
I was assigned to teach at a school in remote area for one year.
Since I grew up and studied in the city,
the year I spent there brought me a very different daily experience.
The school is situated in a town surrounded by mountains and rice fields,
and I still remember everything there moves in a sense of harmony.
I had been kind of depressed since my high school and always felt myself chaotic inside. However, after living in this town for few months,
my mind was getting clearer.
I felt myself was like a bottle of clean water with those dusts sinking in the bottom.
Something from nature touched my heart, and now looking back,
it is the reason why I became an artist.
The memory of this experience is still the source of my artistic practice.
Every time I smell Rice Field,
I feel calm and joy.