This is a story of extinction.
When what is built is empty and disappearing, all elements in the same time and space, whether they are objects or people, let themselves go in their original duties. The wallpaper of the demolishing house is no longer a wallpaper.
Furniture doesn't have to be furniture anymore. They are mixed together and replaced with an aesthetic image.
We can feel the beauty with all our senses.
Through their broken cross sections (we see a departure from its complete form)
Through the disparate places they are now (when the brick debris that once filled a gap in the kitchen window lies on the sofa/ the unfamiliar background highlights the object's presence)
Through the smell they emit because of the moisture (the raw aroma of the wooden board that covered the ceiling/ experience the inherent properties that were not noticed by carelessness)
Through the temperature of a space no longer inhabited (all windows were blown away / the absence of an object is its existence)
What expressions do they make when they let go of their roles and have a new identity?
This work is about a time that existed but we didn't know.
