in the city.
I wanted to make things like flowers in the city bigger than the city, making them a
symbol of fear like disaster.
This is the same psychological size that I feel in situations in the <Urban disaster>.
A city built by a large number of others,
The landscape of the <Urban Disaster> is unconcerned and works as a normal everyday
But ironically, the city that we have built up by a large number of others than the huge
catastrophe may be more of a disaster for us.
Flowers come down from the sky. Flowers are symbols of beauty, but for those who
are forced to be beautiful, flowers can be violence.
While everyone is putting their body into the frame of perfect beauty, those who can
not become flowers are wiped out and hurt.
So the rain of the huge flowers pouring into the city is a disaster called aesthetic harm.
Behind the brilliant roses, the gaze and discrimination and the thorns of verbal violence
While such injuries and damage continue, This rain will not end.