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Streaming, 2019
Sound installation at the Rhein riverside


One voice reading a poem plays back from a swimming speaker hanging at the end of a fishing rod. One hydrophone installed inside the water catches the fragmented voice among the interventions of underwater noises such as a boat engine passing by, some squeaking of mysterious metal structures, and the flappy, slapping duck feet. The sounds that the hydrophone catches deliver to the spectators at the riverside live. The spectator can read the poem on the railing, comparing what they hear simultaneously. 
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1.


It hurts.
The smooth wind touching leaves from a tree.
But it is worth it.
I, I, I allow the pain.
And I didn’t even recognize his moustache.
What I see is just your eyes. The light painting over your iris is changing by your emotions but not the
black dot. I could hear your sound from this.

Cola...... I need ice. Oh.......... I need ice with cola.
Give me the feeling.
I never catch it.
Relax, relax, rolex, rolex, rolex that I never catch it relax, relax, rolex, rolex ,relax, relax, relax,
Rolex, rolex, rolex that I never catch it.
Relax, relax, relax, relax, rolex, rolex, rolex, rolex that I never catch it.
I never catch them.
Give me the feeling.
What is the body if not a place where we store anger, happiness, and pain?
And I love the distance between us.
Maybe we are looking at the same moon in the sky.
The sky is our blanket, covering our bodies cruelly and softly.
Give me a touch. The body of nowhere.

The body of denial.

2.


Why do I always fall in love with everyone who shows me the least bit of attention?
Please dye your color on my body.
Every time I stand in front of you, I become white.
White with stains.
Then I would receive the stains of yours.
Yesterday I said I love you, but it was wrong.
I am afraid that our relationship is safe because we always stay beside each other.
There is no room.
What makes the room is a door standing on its boundary.
When I close the door, I hear the sound of my desire deep inside.
When I open the door, my body is thrown out into countless relationships.
Where am I,
I am not the person who is happy, who is loved.

Where am I, letting every question open,
wanting to open my mind to embrace the future?
And very dry with olives, a lot of olives,
like at least three or four.

3.


Oh yes, make me happy, make me happy, make me happy........make me happy......
The red plum under my belly. Looks so sad and rotten.
I kept it inside me while I was swimming.
Before it wears red and rotten, it was totally small, clean and white.
The plum with one string.
Dumped on the sand.
The body as space. The body makes the space.
Red goes to the plus.
Black goes to the minus.
They weld together with a warm iron.
And then they smell like Christmas, like the heat inside the cold wind.
My fingers become so hot, so, so hot.
I love you so much.
Like I never had before.
Captured in the water.
Drowning under.
Over and over.

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