At times, it's cruller than your thought

2018

A cozy bed,

Dinning table with a good hot breakfast,

And bathroom with a relaxing bath,

Are become the swamp couldn’t get way

And the enemy brings fear and humiliation.

A sofa with moments of repose,

Kitchen with sweet expectations for dinner

Are turning as the inerasable nightmare

And irretraceable tragedy.

The place where promises a rest change as the jail captures me.

I am the prisoner is handcuffed ‘chronicle anxiety’.

Even the lonely moving second hand drags me by hitting my ears.

The peace of mine has encroached and the daily routine has stained with the

fierce fight against phantom objects.

‘At times, it’s crueler than your thought (2018) ’, the five channel moving images, which record my appearance with proceeding meaningless struggle at refined personal space, forms the incurable rage and endless emission through the symbolized representation in daily routine.