As God commended in the beginning of the world men be fruitful, multiply, and replenish the earth, the very true nature of human life is in loving someone, giving birth to and bringing up offspring. For women who are destined to pay their lives in return for their love, loving someone is not always an experience as comfortable as that of men. A series of work entitled “une Femme” is perhaps a portrait of the women who are under such a damning predetermined fate. We women, however, are well aware that God never created us to end our destiny with such a curse.   

    The matter of gender for women is, differently from men, one of the most significant topics, and also for me, there may be no exaggeration if I say that my gender none other than my own identity. In this sense, “une Femme” is a serial work that brings together all questions about my self and answers I have made so far.

Giving birth, the true nature of myself and all other women as well, is recognized as rights and duties imposed on them along with blessings and curses at the same time. It can be only discussed in reference to ‘our women’s love’. With this love, I consider, we have to document another human history different from the one men has recorded so far.

 

There is a noticeable disparity between women and men in the way of seeing themselves. It’s not sure this derives from whether their social milieu or physiological, psychological problems. Man is thus a different being from woman, and I come to better grasp my own self, based on the difference from others. I wish to regard my work “une Femme” as a monologue on the identity of myself as well as other women. This is a monologue uttered by ‘us all women’. I earnestly hope that men would not mistakenly assume those words ‘us all women’ because this work is nothing but an attempt to understand myself as a woman and I thoroughly reject all dichotomies between woman and man.