When You Whisper In My Dream
The sounds of the wind, birds, leaves, are like nature's talking, a way for it to communicate with us and transmit natural signals. Through these sounds, I hope to evoke a memory of nature’s calling, allowing people to reconnect with its presence and become aware of our shared existence and influence.

In a time of prevalent anthropocentrism, we often lose sight of our intrinsic connection to nature. By breathing the ebb and flow of the pillow, I reveal the intimate connection between us. This time, we can reconsider our relationship with nature and find a healing method from it.
2022-2023; Installation; Mixed Media: Grass, soil, airbag, air pumps, pillow, pipes, screen, sounds from four locations



When I was a child, I often played with my friends on this lawn. Whenever I felt anxious or worried, I would think back to those childhood days and long for the sense of peace and healing that the lawn had brought me.

Thirteen years later, when I returned, the landscape had changed. The entire lawn had been dug up and turned into an open field, with a road built behind it. Yet when I walked to the centre of the field and closed my eyes, I felt as though I could still hear it whispering to me.






I think this life force can, in a sense, be understood as a manifestation of panpsychism. It invites us to sense and contemplate the existence of the universe as a shared essence, approaching it through a more intuitive and unmediated way of seeing.

Therefore, I brought home the remaining grass seeds from the lawn and planted them on a pillow, transforming the childhood lawn into a breathing pillow. The work creates an immersive environment in which viewers can listen to the natural whispers emerging from the lawn while experiencing images generated from these sounds, synchronized with the gentle rhythm of the pillow’s breathing.

Through this process of listening and viewing, the viewer gradually settles into a primordial natural rhythm, as if entering a dreamlike world and searching for an oasis within their own memories.


2023/11/30, I went back to the lawn
I can hear the dry leaves still fluttering when the wind blows, the grass still growing between the cracks squeezed by the wheel marks, the cheerful birds never stop chirping, and the occasional sound of a car passing on the road further down the road, all of which are proof that the lawn is still alive.
 I recorded these sounds and back in the city.



Sound Visualization
In TouchDesigner, I transformed the sounds recorded from four directions into digital images. By using the recorded sound data to control the visual changes in real time, the sounds of the lawn seem to gently reveal the story of its day.

I allowed each sound to develop its own visual language: the wind passing through in waves, bringing subtle shifts of colour to the image; the rustling of grass and leaves trembling like soft leather straps; the birds and insects rising and falling in volume, occasionally darting out of the frame; and the sound of traffic appearing as an elastic line that stretches across the image before slowly drifting away.

Eventually, these sounds overlap, intertwine, and dissolve into one another, forming a complete visual composition—as if the lawn were whispering softly in my dreams.