The camera follows people. It seeks the person who will become the protagonist of this scene and hopes for anyone to walk down the path in front of them or to appear by opening that window. It waits for the presence that will become the distinctive feature in the rdinary scenery. One day, the camera reaches a square. There are many people. Boys on bicycles glide freely. Then, in a moment, they create a painting and soon disperse. This discovery gives birth to new imaginations. It densely collects the movements in the square. In a hundred breaths, a thousand movements are caught, and among them are at least ten thousand pictures. I roam to find the single picture among them. That which could not be captured in one frame with the camera is finally found on a virtual canvas. (To put it more realistically, it is assembled.) Now, the canvas called the square expands beyond its literal meaning to an ivory-colored beach, a white ski slope, a green meadow. All the open land without any obstructions becomes a square. No, from the beginning, the background of all things that drift has been the square. Continuously, the camera follows people.