I found abstract images along the path while taking a customary walk. In the noise on the wall surface I perceived the images created by chance or by nature.
Fascinated by this phenomenal and pictorial event, I kept seeking for more images. Then, I was aware that “pictures” emerged one after another from every street corner. It was as if my own museum was expanding unlimitedly.
In this process a question arose in my mind; that is, what do I recognize as a “picture”? I have realized that there is the similarity to the historical masterpieces in those “pictures”. I saw a Mark Rothko-like image in the neighbor town; a Helen Frankenthaler in a rural village; a Jackson Pollock in a southern island.
Nature never imitates paintings. So is it because those master painters depicted universal phenomena? Or are my memories of art unconsciously projected to the “pictures”?