installation k31: Seabed

Stairway to the gym old building.

TV: Fucking NYC

Chair: Untitled Armchair

Can a surprise lasts forever? How can situations from reality manifest themselves into everlasting experiences. How is an immediate encounter of a moment able to translate into a physical installation?

I look for the meeting in which a recognized understanding of the of everyday transcends into an unforseen constructed imitation of a modest reality. Showing the mechanics of the constructions serves as a constant reminder of the physical presence of its origins. You do not ask what the the thing was, you understand what the thing is.

Through humour and poetical self reference, the works become a devotion to the acknowledgement of reality’s modest noteworthiness.