Every painting has a handwritten message on the back. I write directly on A4 paper using a black marker. Each one is written spontaneously — unedited and unrehearsed. Whatever I feel in that exact moment, I write it down immediately, raw and honest.

When I write, the ink from the marker always bleeds through the paper and seeps onto the table beneath. So I decided to use one of my drawing boards as a surface to write on, to protect the table from getting stained.

Over time, that wooden board — originally just a simple support — began collecting marks from the ink. What started as tiny scattered dots slowly grew denser with each piece I created. And now, looking at it today, it has become something unexpectedly beautiful in its own way — a quiet record of time passing, layer by layer.