Work in Progress*
Exhibited in the Copeland Gallery, London, 22nd Feburary - 25th Feburary.
In each city I walked in, greenery seems but crafted illusions, meticulously groomed to fit concrete confines. I have always felt that this artificial cultivation has a weaved connection with the formation of my body — the colour of it, the texture of it, and the shape of it.
Everything I see, including myself, is somehow fabricated, endlessly replicated without pause. But they tremble the mountains, ease the thunders, climb all the way up to the hills and shout to the distant galaxies, and melt into the soil and hear the echoing through lands.
Only if you could hear me.