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Nothing really happens in this city: A hop and a prayer


This act involves a four-part site-specific installation and performance. The order of the elements on this archive page isn’t specified to dictate the viewing order but to help understand the relative positions of each element.


A Hop
Readymade cartons, sand, and resin.
Scale varies.


A Prayer
Speaker. metal wire, and fur.
Scale varies.


The speaker is programmed to randomly play one prayer from a set of pre-recorded prayers collected from several different cities, including Marrakesh, London (Chinatown), London (Golders Green), Seoul, and Tokyo. A prayer is played at 06:30, 13:45, 17:00, 19:30, and 20:30 each day.



10:00 BST
Plaster, clay and resin.
310 x 160 x 150 mm sculpture and drawing scale varies.

The act A hop and a prayer commenced with drawing the semicircle around the sculpture and concluded with its erasure.



10:00 KST
Mixed media.
Frame 470 x 500 x 10 mm


The performer sat on the bench and watched a live stream video on YouTube, streaming a half-circle-shaped image frame of a man proudly holding up a fish caught from the lake, with the performer's own face superimposed.






April, 2024.



10:00 BST & KST

This set of installations represents my envisioning of the lives I could have lived with different choices throughout my life. Perhaps the most significant shift I've made with a choice was immigrating to the UK,  the plane journey I took,  the eight hours of time travel backward,  bifurcating my life into two versions from that moment.  <10:00 BST> is a border drawn with chalk, marking the final block of a hopscotch game, symbolising my aspiration for a return. Inside the boundary exists the hands of a clock, and 10 eggs guiding them toward 10:00, compelling the start of another day. <10:00 KST>, a mirrored semi-circle hung on the wall, represents a virtual image of myself living as a fisherman, a life I would have lived if immigration never occurred, existing only within a frame decorated with prayers, delineating a boundary from my physical presence.