20th July – 7th August, 2022
A clog, is a clog, is a clog. As the body explores its possibility and limitation. Crossed leg stirring the cream and
emerald mug. Stepping, adjusting, curious.
A common delicacy in most dishes in Penang’s food stall, especially Char Kuey Teow. The satisfaction of peeling,
opening the top shell and pulling its tail off. The slight curves of its posture, reminds the observer of a swing.
Nokia, shrimp and clog. My early domestic experiences of these materials educed an associative affection with the
characteristic aesthetic of a ‘kamikaze loggia’. A characteristic of Tbilisi, self-built extensions sticking out precariously
from the side of 1960s concrete blocks. These vernacular extensions confused the observer’s unconscious perception
of what an object and non-object can be, result and process, inside and outside.
Repeating constructions of past forms, and through these recreations.
Fences are graffiti-covered walls, decaying enclosures and gardens are green patches. Like a visual puzzle,
punctured by traces of time passing. The observer can only imagine the unseen breaks in the pictorial continuity.