Compounding Fractions: As if attracted by a black hole, the fragments rush to the centre, as they want to be one again. Or maybe they have been blown up into the air by a big bang, about to take hold of the entire infinite space. Is this creation or destruction? There is no point in distinguishing between the two movements, as here it is a matter of pure becoming, which knows neither directions nor fixed goals. What is portrayed here is both the moment in which these fragile beings are born, and at the same time the moment of their gentle death. One is almost tempted to mention a burning bird dreaming of a next, even more powerful life, this dream being nothing but transitions and embers.
Text by Sool Park, 2018