happy ice-cream

The white sweet body that plays a part in the balance of the arranged objects melts as time goes. Sampled movements circulate. It is distorted by another absurd choreography (audience breath) from the outside. Things, people, information, time, and my breathing all accelerate. Overdosed oxygen paralyzes my body. While we can not see ourselves objectively from the outside, we try to recognize them through another human, being composed of the closest materials. The performance comes from the experiences that unprecedented disasters cut us away from homogeneous world and they have questioned it. The movements of tracing the contours show the limits and reproduce feelings caused by the impossibilities.