Everything starts by rubbing. Instead of rubbing a real stuff, I decided to “rub” my mind. Rubbing allows me to investigate the details of material and fact which are often neglected in other methods. I'd like to be as honest as a court clerk. By writing down several moments in my life, I notice something interesting: new knowledge and feelings keep poping up, enriching in my memory where they did not exist originally. I know I'm getting closer to the fact. The difference is the Fact I achieved is not this writing piece, but it's the process of writing which highlighted the fact by showing the conflict. I believe it's a logical consequence even though the processing could be disordered.
I'd like to present a visualization of the overlap of time. The word clusters spatialize my thinking pattern. Time is in a circular process, so are words.
I followed my drawing and translated it into the first object on the right.
Drawing, like writing, documents my memory. However, the more details I etched in my mind with my tool, the vaguer figures it becomes. The only thing valuable for me is the left over space.
I am looking for a theatre,
with delightful appearance and grieved heart,
with intoxicated behavior and roseate mind.
Audience will never be sober in a theatre,
for he lives and suffers in the midst of these scenes,
experiencing its dreams with deep enjoyment and a sense of delightful necessity.
People is no longer audience,
he becomes an actor, performing his life.