I HATE NOTHING! is a ritual of disconnection.
A space where something once flowed and no longer does.
A space where something once flowed and no longer does.
Six metal stove pipes stand upright.
Cold. Hollow.
They once carried warmth.
Now they carry distance.
Cold. Hollow.
They once carried warmth.
Now they carry distance.
A voice comes from inside the structure.
It speaks of ordinary things.
Weather. Pain. Daily life.
Fragments of an identity that no longer fully arrives.
It speaks of ordinary things.
Weather. Pain. Daily life.
Fragments of an identity that no longer fully arrives.
The images show rooftops without bodies.
Places without weight.
Everything feels present, yet unreal.
Places without weight.
Everything feels present, yet unreal.
Nothing responds.
The silence is sharp.
The cold is not outside. It has moved inward.
The silence is sharp.
The cold is not outside. It has moved inward.
This work sits between two versions of the self.
One remembered. One performed.
The connection between them is broken.
One remembered. One performed.
The connection between them is broken.
What remains is an echo.
A life that sounds familiar,
but no longer feels like it belongs.
A life that sounds familiar,
but no longer feels like it belongs.