Origami is born of desire. The desire to remain. The desire to live. It reaches us from the hands of a little girl who wanted to live, so she poured her desire continuously into the paper cranes that she made, one after the other.                                                                                                                                    The present collection, too, is the continuation of this desire to live, albeit without paper. My origamis are made of clay and have been through the fire, so as to both extend the desire to live and to protest the embodied suffering. The sharp forms with spikes placed here and there on origamis lay bare a stark contrast between the majesty of life and the lamentation of suffering. The serenity of these shapes in their constant conflict with the fury of the body falling apart reminds us of the fight against death and the will to live. Touching the sharpness of these forms, as well as the spikes, defamiliarizes the Eastern elegance of these forms, reminding the viewer that in creating each of these origamis lies hidden a fight for life; that to create here is to crave.