Wednesday, December 18, 2013

Performance in Galerie Untitled Friday 27th of December 18.30

A combination of my photographs and poems


Okinawa Islands


I'm thinking about my mother's doll

There are similar dolls here
The time almost stopped
After the ghost island I feel secluded
This antique space
Hidden in an ugly shopping mall
Drinking my tea
As if the island exposed you
Leave you in this open space

I'm folded up between the leaves of the city
This makes me feel I'm in a secret place
It's okay to forget the time
8 clocks with pointers at a different numbers
In the light of all the tiny lamps
I drift away in the tea house