SeMA Nanji exhibition, Seoul, South Korea. July 2019.
Leave the mind, leave the body, installation.
Death begins when the heart stops beating. Death. We all face it.
Although everyone experiences death, most of us don’t want to talk about it. We are even afraid to think about it or, like me with a hangover morning, it creeps into my mind like a panic attack, a feeling of fear and I loose my breath.
We just don’t know what to do with death. It’s this big. It’s scary. It’s final. We create a set of rituals around it that contains it or gives it meaning. Humans harbour a fascination in death.
Even if I don’t want to think about it, I am sure that my body will not exist some day. It will decompose.
There is a smell in the room. That is the general death smell. It smells like citrus, like coal, like flowers. It smells like gasoline, and freshly cut grass, like mint, nail polish remover, pineapple, rotting radishes, tar, and wine.