Close your eyes, and we can be in the same darkness.
When you think about how our eyes are always filled with water, it’s as if we are submerged in the very same sea. Whenever you shed tears, sweat, or blood, I hope you to remember that you are not alone.
Still, I am thinking about sound because there is a room in my image that is filled with silence. Is silent really absence? This is very personal question.
What I hear in the silence is the faintest breath, a certain breathing, a living thing - a certain rhythm that we share.
The place we arrive at is some kind of ocean. Here we listen to the sound of the waves. I came here not just to make sounds, but to hear them and react. That’s what people call a conversation. The sea has no walls. Instead of a drain, I can flow to other shores even to places I’ve never been. The sea is a space of departure, and where I arrive within the waves, one has a voice, a body, and finally I can talk to You.