I experience detachment in time and space. The fragments of me swirling around in the small old cups, desks, radios, mirrors, etc. placed in front of me are revealed one by one. Substances of the essence encountered in loneliness seem to be indifferent, becoming the reality of life and experiencing accidental loneliness dyed in the form of inevitable loneliness. The moment when I was alone because I lost her mother's hand on a street when I was young, that moment still becomes a cold wind in my memory, making my heart ache. A dark emptiness and fear exist at the end of the memory that comes close at times in the journey of seeing, hearing, and experiencing, going back and forth between illusions and ideals. Darkness binds me. The darkness that I can't see even when I open my eyes, and the darkness that I can't reach even when I stretch out my hand, becomes a weight and weighs me down so I can't take even a single step away.
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Shape of Soliloguy works are like my diary. I usually carry a 35mm film camera and capture definitve moments in which my existence is projected. Just like a daily diary, I have recorded the moments I collide with reality in our daily lives with the camera.
