Artist Note:
　For me, fear is both an old companion and something I must overcome. The fear within me began with external pressures stemming from societal stereotypes and the boundaries of life, creating inner conflicts. Over time, these elements of fear naturally became part of my life, manifesting as symptoms throughout my sphere of activities.
　My records concerning this feeling began at the moment I chose not to deny those fears but to acknowledge them as companions-accepting a symbiotic relationship with them.
The hidden meaning of the word fear can be interpreted as false evidence appearing real. The moment I approach something, believing it to be true, new doubts emerge as critical questions, pulling me back into the debate of truth versus falsehood within my own reflection. Sometimes, even what I had previously decided was true becomes subject to suspicion. Truth may be an irresistible illusion, difficult to shape or define.
　Many things I believed to be true might be false, and many things I dismissed as false might actually be true. Yet, for me, overcoming the presence of fear might be the first step toward arriving at that decisive result.
　I keep staring intensely, persistently. Where I focus will likely be determined when my body and mind align. However, along that line of alignment, my primal fear and will to overcome it are always present.