Ellie Kyungran Heo,  Sleep well in white, darling, image from the field research in Svalbard, 2022



I pray, may tears be miracles and sighs be glory.

In Jesus name, Amen.


I still ask God, “How long do I have to endure and live this world?”

Then I feel God answering, “Until you’re mature enough”

Oh dear...


Am I my brother’s keeper? (Genesis 4:9)
If I am, then who is my brother?


[...] For with the measure you use, it will be measure to you. (Luke 6:38)


Ellie Kyungran Heo, you leave for a better place where morality cannot achieve, image from the field research in Oxford, 2018​​​​​​​

For on the one hand there is an annulling of the former commandment because of its weakness and unprofitableness, for the law made nothing perfect; on the other hand, there is the bringing in of a better hope, through which we draw near to God. (NKJV Hebrews 7:18-19)

[...] a better covenant. (NKJV Hebrews 7:22)


Dr Dawn Sanders asks, “Vad se du? / What do you see?”.

Image from Dawn’s lecture If only flowers had faces: seeing beyond the green blur at the Oxford Botanic Garden

Dawn’s research questions:
How might plant-based sensoric experiences influence human perceptions of plants?
How might story-based scientific narratives concerning individual plants impact on ‘plant-blindness’ in didactical situations?
By ‘looking through an artistic lens’ is it possible to appreciate/identify plants in new ways?



Ellie Kyungran Heo, You at Shad(e)-well station in London, still image, 2018

because we have been tossed here...
dear you, are you all right?


You took root next to a chimney or on walls of stone, all around the United Kingdom.

Was this a nostalgic act?

You brought me to Mount Etna in Sicily, an active volcano, where you are from,
where you have taken root, and then... 

..you made me think where I should.

Homing instinct?!

PS: people call you Senecio squalidus in Sicily and ‘Oxford ragwort’ or a 'weed' in the UK.
What would you like to be called?


Il duolo infranga queste ritorte
De miei martiri sol per pieta
De miei martiri sol per pieta
Lascia ch'io pianga mia cruda sorte
E che sospiri la liberta

- George Frideric Handel

Have mercy on us for pity's sake.


It is necessary not to be ‘myself ’, still less to be ‘ourselves’.
The city gives us the feeling of being at home.
We must take the feeling of being at home into exile.
We must be rooted in the absence of a place.

To uproot oneself socially and vegetatively.
To exile oneself from every earthly country.
To do all that to others, from the outside, is a substitute for decreation. It results in unreality.
But by uprooting oneself one seeks greater reality.
- Gravity and Grace, Simone Weil


I am also other than I imagine myself to be. To know this is forgiveness.
- Gravity and Grace, Simone Weil


you are still greenery, and for good you will be greenery.


"mourning is interminable. Inconsolable. Irreconcilable."
- Jacques Derrida, The Work of Mourning


Ellie Kyungran Heo, Am I wrong?, Still, 2016

The general definition of a ‘weed’ is ‘a plant in the wrong place’, or ‘a plant growing where it is not wanted’.

I wonder, what is the right place for a plant to grow?


The rice being cut, the paddy of the rice being empty, and Eri, who had been experiencing rice growing this year at Miasa School, eating alone a rice-ball in the class, I was sad for them.

After then, I saw the stalk of the rice being gone back to the ground as a fertiliser after the rice harvest.

The things should be returned back to the ground including me and you, then waiting for the next step.

Thinking of you...