One early morning in early April, while strolling in the corner of Paju as usual, I unexpectedly came across a certain scenery.
The dense fog gradually cleared, revealing a place filled with dew-covered grass awakening from sleep, permeating the air with freshness. The sounds of footsteps on the ground and leaves rustling harmonized. Finding a space where I could be free brought me great joy.
Since then, I found myself returning to that spot even when the grass grew wildly uncontrollable during the torrential rains of the monsoon season or when the snow piled up thickly.
Around the middle of April, a week with the most rapid changes occurs there. The same plants grow in different locations each year, and accordingly, the impressions of the place change each time. Although they quickly disappeared, it was an attempt to capture the most beautiful week.
Pause for a moment and immerse yourself in the presence of artworks that capture the essence of both existence and non-existence within 7 am Green pew.