Solo exhibition. 2024.11.15 – 2024.12.15
He parked by a gray building,
cramped studios, harsh lights, thin walls.
Dogs barked somewhere nearby.
He came to see her,
steadied himself, adjusted his collar.
A visit—his pretense,
a visit—vague and weightless.
She said she was nervous, her own excuse.
Nervous—a word both neutral and honest.
She called it a rare ease,
admitting to missteps,
seeking release from guilt and shame.
Breathe in, breathe out.
Breathe in, breathe out.
Over the past four years, my life has been marked by significant changes. Questions like trust—or its absence—and how to navigate such matters have consumed my time, loosening the foundations of what truly matters. These questions strike at the core of fundamental aspects: my values in dealing with others, my mindset toward external realities. They’ve unsettled me, and I’m still working to find my response. It feels like food being overcooked—I need to turn off the heat and start anew.
During this phase of life, I’ve paused my use of graffiti as a medium. This pause has allowed me to reflect on my previous issue-driven works. I’ve come to realize the necessity of adopting mediums that are more temporal and expansive—ones that let me gradually revisit my experiences and articulate the emotions and politics within them, especially the contradictions between the world around me and my inner self.
Through this retrospective process, I’ve found some healing. At the same time, I hope this process captures the relationship between the individual and the collective, offering an attempt to understand—or at least depict—its form. The exhibition title, “Whispers”, symbolizes the fluid nature of human connections. I define it as the possibility of regenerating different perspectives in speaking and listening. Whispers might suggest something—or perhaps, nothing at all.
Breathe in, exhale.
Breathe in, exhale.
