metempsychosis by hyuno jung from korea

The Earth is being rapidly polluted by humans.
We are building up a tombstone to console the lives taken by the fault of human being.
The gravestone turns to earth that conceives life and give birth to new living things.
What is left at the end is a small wild flower.
There is a myth handed down in Asia that a flower blooms to grieve one’s death, for who died waiting for one he loved.
I started out with a thought that if a flower can mourn one’s death, why don’t I make a gravestone.
Generally, we plant seeds, water it and wait for it to bloom.
But, bury a paper tombstone, an envelope with a seed inside, and it will bloom a flower.
As if we are erecting a real tombstone.
In a few days, it will burst a new life that grieves the soul.