Apartment 1
Apartment 2
Apartment 3
CV
I removed the white tape from my previous series Apartment 2, but my apartment no longer felt like it used to be. Every time I opened my blue front door, it felt like the space I had lived in disappeared straight through the window on the other side. I started creating a space using white tape, which I used for my previous project Apartment 2, along the hallway, from the front door to the window on the other side. The completed tape tunnel gradually warped and shriveled over time, and began to feel like the muscles of my body. I wanted to create a firm skin over those muscles. I used cardboard to build a sturdier space. I ordered paint to match the blue of the door and began painting it onto the cardboard. The space gradually began to develop a sense of unity and connection with the outside world. By the time the space was fully painted blue, I felt that the space became my body, abandoned by my sense of self.
A few days later, I revisited this abandoned body. I began a kind of surgery, cutting into a part of the space with a utility knife. Inside, I found white tape—removed after a previous project—gathered like a massive ball in one corner. I took this ball into the blue tunnel space. Surgery usually ends with the stitching of the incision, but I refused to restore the space to its original state. The space, along with the tumor-like mass, was left open—unstitched and abandoned.