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Mome*(2015)

 Alice enters the hole by accident. She is swallowed by the hole. An empty space that becomes an object. An irrational and nonsense world that starts the game. The game that is always slipping between the corporeal and the incorporeal. A game without rules. There is neither a winner nor a loser. Skill and chance are no longer distinguishable here. Body is the cast of all the events. It intermingles with one another. It blends with other conditions.  Everything happens within the surface. Everything can be embodied in the bodies. Nothing passes through the sense. Everything plays out in nonsense. Is nonsense enough to give an account of the entire universe, the contingent world?

The cracks and holes on the walls are the empty spaces made by accident. They carry the  hidden histories that will absorb the viewers. Rubbed on to paper by charcoal podre, they turn to the black sheets of paper with obscure boundaries. Ten sheets float on the floor,suspended on elevated lights. They make an absurd game board, drawn on the floor with black lines. On top of the game board hang  transparent pipes. In the head of every pipe there is an object. The objects are molded from the empty spaces in my body, like empty space in my fisted hand. The empty space of my body hangs above the game and becomes one of its pieces. How all these objects try to pass through the sense?



Humpty dumpty is uncertain about this word “I think it’s short for ‘from home’, meaning that they’d lost their way. You know”

 

 

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