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As a part of the installation project, The Room He Lived In (2026), I gave myself the task of writing 11 letters. These letters are to be written on steel sheets, which will then be etched, leaving a faint memory of the text but not so easily readable. As for the content of the letter, I dug up some texts that I've written in my phone, things that vaguely relate to the feeling of missing someone. However I couldn't make it to 11. After carefully writing a few of the letters

I don’t know about you, but repairing and rearranging things at home is almost a meditation for me. There is some sort of peace in the repetition of living the same space. Unimportant details that provide joy in small doses, for many years to come. I remember that day, perhaps an afternoon, when there is nothing better to be done. I am looking at this huge brown frame in my living room. This brown frame had existed as long as the apartment. When I first moved in, I wanted a h

Etching is when you place two sheets of metal in an acid bath; Through an electrical current, material from one plate is eaten away and transferred onto the other. Areas of the “donor” plate can be covered to prevent the etching process, allowing different patterns or images to form. This process fascinates me on so many levels. I was in the chemistry room, with my gas mask on, looking into the plastic cabinet as if watching an exhibition, a migration. All those small particl