Keeping a journal is supposed to put the world in order.
I stick 200+ prints on my living room wall. I am scavenging for endless impressions, for attention and love. Relentless and aggressive, I am in a repetitive loop of same experiences.
In a closed space, my mind seems to be bouncing like a ping pong ball. Back and forth, to and fro, to and fro. On the far right side of my wall, photos of tropical plants appear. The space opens up.
2014 - 2018 – Tumblr blog, publication, video installation