Sound Installation, 2009
“I don’t remember any of it.”
“You were there, though, weren’t you?”
“Yes, but things are getting blurred, you know. it’s no wonder, really. I don’t remember much of what happened yesterday anyway.”
“But you said you were there. Is that all you now remember? That you once existed in that place?”
“That is the thing. I don’t remember it, but somehow, my body knows it—that I was there. I can feel it, you know. It really is a strange feeling. It’s kind of a deja vu—you don’t remember having been there, having seen or experienced it, but somehow, you just know that it is part of your past. But it is strange because, though it is part of your past, it is not part of you. I know that this is not helping me much to remember it as I think you said so the other day, but I can’t help it just as I can’t help but to know my having being there even though I don’t remember it. For they are the same. They feel same to me: they both happen immediately, so much so that I am appalled every time it does. Then comes the sense of coldness as if somebody put a knife on my tongue.”
In collaboration with Sung-Eun Kim; Five-channel audio installation with a small tub.
A Travel Log: From Fwarrheu to Hejning – Solo Exhibition at the daadgalerie, Berlin, Germany (Dec. 5, 2009 to Jan. 16, 2010)