Shoulder to Shoulder, 2006~23
Remnants of previous artwork, digital printings on photopaper, acrylic panel, plastic bowls, garbage bags, plywood, wooden battens, F-clamps and mixed media
This city is populated by archetypes of outlines. Shops and streets; avenues and roads, red, yellow, and green; train cars, platforms, and ticket readers, and turnstiles.
People cross paths, brushing shoulders, as though damp matches trying to get lit.
Cold yet dry.
The demarcation between the real and the unreal fades.
The mannequins in shop windows tire occasionally, lying down on a bed of broken glass that traverses two worlds.
How does one cross over? Or take a detour?
People have forgotten how to pass through when the traffic lights are off.
A little distracted.
The gleaming metropolis reflects off our skin and wedding dress.
Honesty, bashfulness, eros, scars – all wrapped up.
With time, the information and imagination overload from any one person, event, or object can implode.
The discharge, wounded, struggle forward to form a river of blood flowing in all directions.
Fragments of faith once held now left at home – how do they connect from then to now?
The baggage deep in storage similarly stands shoulder to shoulder.
Fresh water flows from wounds.
Try to scoop it up in your palms.
Can you catch it between your fingers? A scoop, after another absentminded scoop.