On the Fulcrum

Sometimes, imagination and inner joy carry more strength than the burdens of adulthood. The three stacked stones below feel like a quiet wish for balance, clarity, and a return to what matters.



This painting presents a scene that feels quietly surreal: a child and an adult sit on either end of a seesaw, but it is the child’s side that tilts downward.

This imbalance is not about physical weight, but the weight of the spirit. The child, joyful and fully present, seems to carry more than the adult burdened by exhaustion and silence. One faces the viewer, open and alive beneath a rainbow sky. The other turns away, wound up like a machine, seated on harsh, dry earth.

The seesaw becomes more than a toy. It is a measure of joy, of presence, of lightness in life. It rests on three stacked stones, inspired by natural cairns found in certain cultures, where people leave them as prayers or wishes during travels. Here, they ground the moment, a quiet gesture toward truth and simplicity.

This work asks:
Does growing up have to mean growing heavy？
Perhaps real maturity is not about losing the child, but carrying it forward with care.