My dearest friend, welcome to my fabulous stage! Did you get the script? Well, well... how grand. I hate violence yet the war is gallant. You must be tired from it, no? Sing a sad song for me. But please fear not I am ever at your side. I shall die for your friendship, so I refuse to accept this! P-P-P-Please forgive me! I have decided upon a way to ensure that I forget neither this battle nor our friendship, for as long as I live. I shall plant a commemorative rose bush upon my return to my home. All the rose petals floating in the water!! You're an exceedingly fine gentleman. I speak the truth, you are a fine specimen of a man. Please be at peace. (There's a drawing here that looks just like a ......)

site-responsive installation of pencil drawing and inkjet print cutouts and paper on painted old frames, dirty glass, photocopied text, crumpled printed song lyrics, failed stained glass and emulsion paint, variable dimension, 2024.
 

Rose Brooch / Man-eating Spores of Agony (portrait of Antoinette)
paper cutouts and a pair of green briefs, variable dimension, 2024.

Untitled (study of Fort)
gold-colored cooking pot and marker on cardboard, variable dimension, 2024. 

Imperial Love
monologue marathon with printed script, 4 hours, 2024.

performed by Trisa Triandesa. 
video documentation by Marco Berardi and Baiba Sprance.

translated into Love Love Attack, found images, inkjet print, pencil drawing and inkjet print cutouts, triptych, 21x29.7cm each, series of 27, 2024.

Antoinette 

Immortalizing their names through cryptic drawings of hand gestures, loosely mounted on old and broken Baroque frames with dirty glass, the seemingly damaged installation proposes a possibility for reflecting on heroic hierarchy, eccentric identities and masculine narcissism. Like Dorian Gray’s pictures, the portraitures strip away recognizable features to skeletal limbs, like tales not quite readable in texts. It celebrates the heroes’ sagas, however fictive and fantastical they may be.

 Imperial  ♥

As if the gallery has been turned into a storage, also eventually used as a rehearsal room for a soliloquy, it is hoped that dust and dirt will accumulate throughout the duration of the show. As winter steps into spring, time deteriorates both the space and the images, suffocating life even further within the already death-filled environment of monochromatic tombstones and disappearing memories.

Baby Masquerade

Perhaps the collage of roses, standing at human height, is also a fictional ghost that hints at invisible bodies. Their existence is doubted, yet slowly reconstructed; their names forgotten and patiently recalled.

My dearest friend, welcome to my fabulous stage! Did you get the script? Well, well… how grand. I hate violence yet the war is gallant. You must be tired from it, no? Sing a sad song for me. But please fear not I am ever at your side. I shall die for your friendship, so I refuse to accept this! P-P-P-Please forgive me! I have decided upon a way to ensure that I forget neither this battle nor our friendship, for as long as I live. I shall plant a commemorative rose bush upon my return to my home. All the rose petals floating in the water!! You’re an exceedingly fine gentleman. I speak the truth, you are a fine specimen of a man. Please be at peace. (There’s a drawing here that looks just like a ……)

is after all, a love letter to fallen heroes. An ode to defeated victors.

In memory of Yoshitaka Murayama, 1969-2024.