The Empty Lot Is Crowded

In my childhood, empty lots on holidays became our playgrounds. Parking lots, playgrounds, or even abandoned school sites—any space allowed us to meet other children. With no tools, we invented rules; with no toys, we created characters by hand. Tag, soccer, baseball, even spontaneously invented games. This freedom, improvisation, and collaborative creation became the starting point of my art. Today, I sculpt cars, figures, and imaginary characters from clay, placing them onto canvas as if the game never ended but continues in another form. They arise from imagination and carry emotion. As I grew, I learned to process difficulties and feelings alone, and these clay figures became barriers between myself and the world. Layered and arranged repeatedly, they quietly conceal true emotions and vulnerability.

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