I am here and somewhere else in that process of making – the effort of trying to locate my thinking, and the ability to eventually let it go after realizing it, accepting that it transforms into something else. To look at the landscape, to imagine and describe things without them actually being there in the first place, is tricky. To weigh one whole dimension of the real against another reality in front of myself is so, so difficult that I find myself stumbling and falling many times.

What can I do with my intense concentration on the medium that I am engaging with? What is the “somewhere else” that facilitates and allows me to see through myself? I again find myself so lonely in the vastness of the landscape that I insist on being a part of.

Hà Nội, May 25, 2026