Word from a friend

Fallacy

Searched the globe for impossible creatures for years and is very likely to be a delusion of a mankind.

In dread I said to myself in doubt:
To the inferno with these silver clouds of the unattainable

Universe is such an elusive quarry.

Camp Crystal Lake

I am sorry for I have spilt some blood on your Saturday treat taco.
I am sorry I could not travel to Mexico with you.

Dear Camp Crystal Lake,

I am really sorry for being a dreadful callous creature.
I am really sorry for I could not catch your wave.

vague sense

Consistent vicissitudes of personal horror.

A phone that calls the dead

The quantum mechanics prove that you are exist.
I admire your tendency to find meaningful patterns in meaningless noise.

In sorrowful I am,
I regret,
On the venture to adhere,
Whereabout to happen,
I simply lost the bond.

In particular way,
An honest reverence I deliver,
To you.

Such a mischievous return to your tragic kingdom.

I am sorry.

(still) unsolved conundrum

I remember the sea salt water
I remember the sand and the sunburnt
I remember the hazy sunday
I remember now I had forgotten what solicitude made of

I am

I myself, a gruesome plague of my life.

Screenshots from Koganecho Bazaar 2015

With Sonotanotanpenz

Eat me

I am expecting biscuits

eat me and my hormonal disturbance 

eat me and my anxiety towards the unknown

I am expecting biscuits

Imagining myself in situations that will never exist

Imagining my unrequited love for sorrow.

I am expecting biscuits

A piece of sky, broke off and fell, through the crack of the ceiling right into my soup.

A phantom peered on every gleam of sunshine.

A nameless horror, like nothing we've encountered before the time has come for us to be undone.

Tiger lily and I had a tea party with centipede, the self-proclaimed pest.

Grim is always be my sunshine.

You said death put their smiles to us.

O' Phantom, my tragic Phantom, my faithful shadows,
Would you tell me, please, which way I ought to go from here?

Undone.
Undead.

My dear Phantom, my immortal cadaver, your farewell in silence is eternal.

Encounter with the phantom in the district of Kōenji

I was busy finding answers, while you just got on with real life.

At your peril

Thy breath stinks with eating toasted cheese

Thy wit's as thick as tewsbury mustard

Feeling like corpse because doctor put some fabrics in my nostril 

The pain in the head at your peril

I wish to grow strawberry seeds on your face

The Cautionary Tales

The Cautionary Tales is a performance by non-actor and actor located in public area of Sie Kee Gie Junction on 6th and 7th June 2015.

The idea was started from the empty house that lies in the junction. As a newbie in a neighbourhood, I was curious about the building that already exist around, an empty house at the intersection of Maga, formely known as Sie Kee Gie. I interested in observing the building's memory since the building has been abandoned for years and it looked obscure from the outside. Through interviews I began collecting dossier about the man who used to live in that empty house. Reveal that the man who used to live on that house was unlikable amongst the neighbourhood. He had lots of conflict with the neighbour. His presence was a disrupt, hence he lived alone with his hatred and distress. With the aim to dissect a character and observe how this character suited with his surrounding and society, I begin to collect dossier of this uncanny yet mysterious man who were not favoured by many people around him. The dossier that I collected will be turn into a show on 5th and 6th in front of the empty house and will be live screened at Cemeti Art House.An attempt to reveal a disintegration of a character, to push boundaries between fact and fiction, questioning how a perspective about character and the society that surrounds him emerged.

UGLY x NGT

Recent collaboration with Ugly

Napalm Love

a phantom peered on every gleam of sunshine.

Emotional entanglements are too complicated

What would I get if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?

the preliminary questions

questioning again the preliminary questions.
why questions always questioning the same questions.
questioning my emotional state of your existence whilst this notion advocate your sense.
still, I am not sure with my answer.
please forgive my suspicious mind.