Frankly, I struggle to understand my photographs, much like I struggle to understand myself. In the past, I was obsessed with exploration, wielding my camera in search of a connection with the external world. However, I have begun to embrace silence this year, and my images reflect this change. Photographs, as tangible entities, breathe and drink in this world just as I do, radiating their magnetic fields and energies. The narrative function of the text and the poetic aesthetic have melded within these flows Gradually, in this silence, I step into the world, discovering that everything is steeped in tranquillity. The wind howls past a tree, and in my silence, no one knows; neither the wind nor the tree can comprehend. Beneath this silence lies a genuine surge, as the images gaze upon it, capturing that moment of tumult while emitting a tremendous sound. Each photograph can connect with another or stand entirely apart; it can relate to me or be utterly foreign. All these connections and disconnections are equally "profound," and they are also "surging." This signifies that a photograph does not serve as a definitive end, nor does it claim ultimate interpretation. It reflects merely my ongoing narrative, just as the images themselves continue to "surge."