🖋️ Our Life

We have come to live in a strange world — one that grows more isolated day by day.
We move through a thick fog where we can no longer see our own faces clearly,
where illusion and truth, the virtual and the real, constantly intertwine.

The beautiful deception of the digital world now dominates everything —
art, relationships, even our emotions.
We know it’s an illusion, yet we enjoy it.
We even crave it, as if we were prisoners who have grown fond of their glass cage.

Even live broadcasts, which claim to be authentic,
are often just carefully shaped faces designed for display.
And even when they are real, they still lack the warmth of reality
and the human awkwardness of genuine presence.

The painting Our Life embodies this contradiction.
From the moment my mother began to paint it,
I felt deeply that it captures the essence of our current reality —
a life we wake up to through countless flashes and notifications,
jumping from one app to another,
searching for something we can’t quite name,
hoping to find a piece of ourselves within the screens.

It is a mirror of an age in which we live inside a fragile bubble —
one we refuse to leave, yet cannot find peace within.
A reality that has become illusion,
and an illusion that grows ever larger with the rise of artificial imagination.

One of the things that draws us most today
is our constant effort to keep up with the material stability
of those we see through our screens.
We compare, we measure, we chase —
running a race that has no finish line.