I N N E R
As loneliness continued to permeate every corner of my being, that day, I confined myself to a cage that belonged solely to me, a one-way prison.
Performance video log
18 minutes and 13 seconds.
I have chosen a special material called "one-way glass," which is typically used in interrogation rooms to interrogate suspects. People on the outside of the glass can see the person inside, but the person inside can only see themselves. I used this type of glass to build a glass house, and when I stand inside, I can only see countless versions of myself.
I looked at myself in the mirror and picked up a pre-prepared tool to cut off my hair.
“I began to write down the names of all the people I could remember on the glass at that moment. First, I wrote my own name. Among others, there were my mother, my sister, my close friends, the man I secretly admired, and those who had hurt me in the past. I placed the names of the people who were incredibly important to me right in front of me. Those who currently had no connection to my life were written behind me. The ones I despised were written beneath my feet, while the people who guided me forward were written above my head.”
After writing down all these names, I began to erase them one by one. Some people I wiped away with my hands, others with my body, and there were a few I erased with my tongue.
I took off my clothes and covered my body with a layer of white paint, covering myself entirely. The paint made the glass wet, so I had to walk very carefully on it.
The white paint gradually covered my entire body, and I carefully spread it little by little onto the glass. Gradually, the people outside couldn't see me, and I couldn't see myself either.
I wrote my name over and over on the glass, but in the end, it too disappeared.
