The simplest things are the hardest to talk about. If I try to tell you about all the little details of my day, you'll quickly get bored.

It's just as strange as trying to explain to a stranger that this scribble my child drew is the most precious and best gift in the world.

A two-word pencil message from my daughter, a note from my mother left on the table, a quick scribble on the last page of a notebook. The value of these little phrases is something only I truly understand.

I write small notes to myself about simple things, like a child. I fill an endless ribbon with little reminders of moments I don’t want to lose in the midst of endless worries, difficult decisions, and the overwhelming vastness of the world.

During the exhibition, I invited visitors to become part of the work by writing their own notes on fabric ribbons, mirroring my own gesture. Through this simple act, they could step into the process, reflect on their thoughts, and infuse the project with their personal meaning, turning it into a shared space of presence and dialogue.