We Went Through The City To Move A Car
At a few months ago, I drove with one of my best friends from the east to west of the city to move a new car. We are really familiar with each other, so it was not embarrassing that we didn't talk. As I said, we didn't talk at all. At a very silent and quiet moment, I looked through the window, I thought I saw something on the street that was very weird. But the car passed it too fast, so I didn't have enough time to recognize what it was.
During next few months, I came back to the same location over and over again. I tried to find the thing I saw before. When I walked around that location. Everything seems mundane, but also a little strange. I could not be sure that was the same strange thing that I saw before. I started to take photos and notes of the things I saw on the street. After this, I found some objects that related to the notes and pictures. When I returned to my studio, I organized, altered and remade all of these objects combined with pictures in my studio. I placed these objects in relation to the notes and pictures to create a new conversation. Then I repeat the same practice in my studio again and again.
I mad up the story about moving a car across the city. I followed every detail of this story to make myself to believe it. For this project, I’m exploring the feeling and understanding of time, childlike activities and objects of daily life.
In our common sense, the time flows in a linear way, from sunrise to sunset, from day to night. The tick-tock of the clock conveys a perfect structure. In this way, reality can be understood as the present moment. But in my project, the sense of time in the fiction story and in my practice are stuck together. The experiences I have in my studio and on the street also messy. Time and space are entangled across parallel dimensions. when all of the thoughts visualized through the space of my studio, the space to be the special format to fit in the interwoven system.
The activities I'm doing are mostly inspired by the kids in my mother’s class and my memories from childhood. Like the first time when you encounter something as a child. You have to explore what the thing is in a bodily way because you are not aware of the conventional uses of that thing. I organized all of these objects in my studio without thinking about the real function.I used blue tape and spray paint as the way kids occupy space or claim objects.
I explore the hidden space of imagination. hidden from space, when the context of the pictures and objects be changed. The viwers’ narratives are implied, but also intangible like a fog. Through organizing the remade these images and objects, a complex and atomized event can become a streamlined and readable "space". I don't want to make it excessive and contrived.