Luck

8x10ft (paper, water colour)

Some see success and call it luck—as if effort leaves no trace, as if persistence is invisible.

But I believe that certain kinds of luck are quietly grown, patiently nurtured.

So I built a space filled with countless three-leaf clovers and invited the viewer to step inside, to wander, to search—for that one rare four-leaf clover hidden within.

Online, you’ll read: among every 5,000 to 10,000 clovers, just one may bloom into a symbol of luck, a gentle mutation shaped by time and chance.

In life too, if we tend to our paths with care, if we plant with sincerity and grow with effort—perhaps, someday, what we call luck will blossom before us.