I made this piece half a year before my dad passed away. I think a lot about the reflections that we see in nature, the things that we lay our eyes on, the things that we choose to look at. I always find comfort and inspiration in the nature. It's the greatest source of inspiration for me. I learn so much just by observing. When a tree dyes, it goes back to the soil, gets rotten, and feeds the other trees, out of a stump grows a new sprout. There is pain, there is sorrow, this moment that life ends is so sharp and painful, but there is a circle. death is not the final word.