I drew a small circle on the wet surface of a large canvas - I was thinking to depict bubbles in the sea, but instead it felt like I was praying for lost soul of the disasters in the Tsunami in Japan, 2011. I added another circle, then more - I was adding lines of circles one after another, everyday for weeks, while I was remembering all the lives taken by the sea and contemplating the transience of life. I was wondering if after all there is a reincarnation, and maybe these lost souls went through the circle of life to coming back to the world again, one day? One circle, redrawn over and over, I concentrated on the tip of the soft, thin paint brush, the motion of the brush following my own breathing. I realised later that this was like a kind of chant and meditation that this process calmed and healed myself.