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this article was written by Japanease and English.
There was a week when design exhibitions were held all across Bangkok.
And during that time, I happened to encounter one that felt exactly right for me.
It was as if the vague haze in my heart had been given a form.
My heart was shaken.
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English verïœWhat Is Me?
At first, I did not understand what I was looking at.
My first impression was simple and confused.
Is it a handshake?
Is it checking friendship?
Is it just a girl and some silver object?
I could not tell.
It looked ordinary. A girl. Something shining.
Maybe nothing special.
But after I read the illustration and understood the intention,
I was deeply shocked.This work was not about the girl.
It was not about the silver object.
It was about self-reflection.
Not the reflection on the surface of metal,
but reflection inside myself.
Suddenly, questions started to appear in my mind.
What is me?
What do I like?
What do I want to do?
What do I want to become?The artwork did not give answers.
It gave questions.
Now, the world is too complex.
We create too much information.
Every day, the situation changes.
Politics. Business. War. Trends. News. Opinions.
Everything moves fast.
In that speed, it becomes difficult to find what is truly âme.âThis work, made by Miller, reminds me that no two views are ever the same.
Around the artwork, many people were looking at it.
They were all seeing something different.
Also me.
We cannot see the same view.
What I see depends on what I have inside.
The artwork shows not only the situation of the world,
but also the situation of our mind.
Confusion. Noise. Annoying thoughts.
When I stood in front of it, I returned to one simple question.
What is me?In a world that keeps changing,
maybe the most difficult thing is not understanding the artwork.
It is understanding myself.And maybe that is why I was so moved.
Because the exhibition did not just show me something beautiful.
It showed me my own uncertainty.
And quietly asked me to face it.
âWhat is me?âThat question is still inside me.
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