Third Prize
From time to time I think about the reason of my existence, who I am, what I can do, how I am needed . . . Whenever I think of this, I feel unstable and unsteady. At such times I feel like carving myself. I have been carving self-portraits one by one mindlessly for confirming my existence, as if some response would come out after completion. At times of losing myself in this life, I just feel so sure of standing on my own feet when working on self-portraits.