I often imagine the feelings of a child whose place in the world has become smaller due to urbanization. Perhaps it is the memory of my own inner child, or perhaps it is because I see the overly fastidious state of today's children. Accustomed to a life that is too cramped Children who have been exposed to such a world for a long time feel that they are unnaturally well-behaved.

The characters of my work, the raven and owl boy, who live in the night that doesn't quite dawn, are another image of a child living a clean and empty childhood. What if they painted the figures of the city on the wall as a form of self-expression? Please enjoy this PFP collection with such imagination. A world that is not bound by anyone, a world that exists nowhere else. This is their play field.