While I was making bowls and pinching clay, the organic medium, with my hands, the process always brought back memories about where I once lived or what I had used before. These objects summoned my emotion for the homes I once lived in, and the bowls became a tunnel to access the past for me as well as a stand to observe for the viewers. Through such arrangement, will there be any connection built between the creator and viewers, or will they appear to be miracles as private memory can now be watched over?