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“I”
Acrylic sheets
1 Text, C-printed
50cm x 50cm

Cookhouse Gallery
20 - 21 February 2023
London






Translation of Text in Box



Waking up suddenly from the night,
I don't know how to vocalize.
Every corner of the room is blurred,
And the front, right walls.

From here, here and here to here,
And there to there.
Do you see that?
Something floating around.
Penetrating into my nose, mouth and ears,
I lose my sensation.

"Enough!"
Too full and all broken.

They take my hands, and my head hostage.
Hit me in the pool,
Push me out of the window.
I'm glad I see with my eyes,
That's something that really exists.
I should watch them,
Just watch them.
I must not turn my back on them.

But really nasty,
I don't want to see it.