But then if you notice that (solitude) is great, rejoice because of this; for what would solitude be that had no greatness; there is but one solitude, and that is great, and not easy to bear, and to almost everybody come hours when they would gladly exchange it for any sort of intercourse, however banal and cheap, for the semblance of some slight accord with the first comer, with the unworthiest… But perhaps those are the very hours when solitude grows; for its growing is painful as the growing of boys and sad as the beginning of springtimes. But that must not mislead you. The necessary thing is after all but this: solitude, great inner solitude. Going-into-oneself and for hours meeting no one — this one must be able to attain.”
Letters to a Young Poet, page 35, by Rainer Maria Rilke
This performance/ installation piece is a response to my previous work, “On Some Fine Nights”. Taking time to pause, and intermittently revisit a specific personal experience of shame and disappointment, allowed me to find acceptance through the process of making and moving. In these two works, wine acts as a common symbol. The symbol does not necessarily signify a close-ended interpretation, but is open to the readings of “numbness”, “drunkenness”, “escapism” and other themes of similar nature.
Against the visuals of the performance, a script is narrated ( voiced by Adriana M. Lasheras ) of which covers seemingly unrelated topics such as of the amending characteristics of the darning stitch, or of a swaying dandelion etc. A running commonality, that I have also included in this performance, in most of my works is the act of stitching and mark-making. A stitch, on its own, can appear arbitrary and indecipherable. But in masses and quantity, can paint a composition of its own.
Exhibited in the group exhibition "Obsessed with the Everyday", @ whynot_tokyo, yuutenji (2020)