Sculpture Invisible Mountain Manifesto

I am the prayer wheel that Buddhist uses to collect good karma. Every spin of the rolling mantra is a trip of non-stop metempsychosis.

I have witnessed a mother's tear and looked into inocent eyes of her younger children. In time will they know, death is not the only thing that separates family apart.

I am the countless folding papers in their childhood memory, which eventually will turn into flames and dust just like all lives will be.

I am then the cold blooded seabed made by plastic and metal in Pacific Ocean, swallowing all the goodbye and farewell.

For I am the combination of everything above.

I am one inch closer from home.