I used to see the old wall as an abstract piece from nature as i walked past.
Just like there are no two lives alike, traces marked on the wall by the passing of time are distinctive and unique
I felt that this resembled life and reproduced it in my work.
As man lives his life, he treats and consoles his own wounds and injuries.
A man will see results through the training and labors that one must experience throughout his life
While not every moment of every day can be special, the smallest and most trivial things will eventually leave its mark on the wall, creating memories.