After attending Bangkok Book Fair last year, I did not leave immediately and continued to roam aimlessly in Thailand for more than twenty days. Even though it was a bit hot, I loved everything I saw. Hearty, comfortable, rough. So, after the Chinese New Year this year, I took my mother and boarded the plane to Bangkok again.
As I looked back at the photographs I took during this period, I gradually discovered a hidden path. Insects on the floor, nets between the trees in the valley, mottled walls and half-detached characters of temples, scattered ruins… It seems to be some scene that is out of time. It's vague, it's indefinite, but it's really pulling me.