🏡 "27 Alphabet * * Room" 🏡
Silkscreen Printing Alphabet Book
2020
The alphabet book, written during the epidemic, was written in A room where I tried to be my own outsider, neutral, dissecting in a A-Z the inadmissible, or shameful, aspects of my humanity.
But, "I will always be a stranger to myself."
This alphabet doesn't really offer anything, hope or despair. It's very jumpy, fragmentary, expressionless, arranged in a way that's oddly inconsistent, like the way my life has been shattered these past few months. But the images form the alphabet within the initial rules according to the order, just as my meaningless and absurd life is made up of successive days. What is my purpose, and what is my meaning? A room away from A-Z might give us a little more time to think.
