LEE KIT

His keen observation of space, object, and materiality is manifested in a careful selection of everyday images, projected onto found objects. Amid the gleaming light and lurking shadow, these images morph into soft-focus slides, each overflowing the edges of the objects arranged in seemingly random order, at times growing — beyond the borders of the surface that carries them — to overlap, ultimately forming a remnant of light, a residue necessary like air. The spur-of-the-moment phrases and sentences in the projection exude a sense of shrewdness, incubated over time, born out of intuition. Or perhaps, they evoke something akin to romantic cleanliness, punctuated by irritation

Text/Lee Kit

1.The latest joke I heard: He had forgiven himself.

2.This is the last piece of cloud: the cloud does not speak. B gazes at this last piece of cloud in silence. Behindhim are a few people babbling on. One of them is particularly loud. B is thinking of C and D, who are in factsitting not far behind him. All three of them look at the cloud not far in the sky, thinking actually of each other.They probably know what they would do in the days ahead. Watching the last piece of cloud, they await thenext piece of cloud that will never show. Gently B stares at the cloud.

Humour sometimes takes the form of silence. This is when the line between humour and anger begins to blur: thesame sense of quiet and calm. Emotion is just a reminder.

3.A quick interruption. A dishonest work usually subsists in fear, trepidation, and false confidence. This is no lesstrue of a fraud.

4.When it comes to small things, people do not always come up with beautiful associations. B seems to havemanaged a new skill to evade or cope with this situation. It occurred to him that he had managed this skill at atime when his body and mind were both empty and dull. The moment this sense of void materialises, the chest,the belly, and the back of the neck succumb easily to emotion. The guilt that follows feels bigger than the skybut crammed into a box that sees no edges. It is merely a sense of breath, just a little out of sync.

One day, he both eluded and confronted this situation, taking a bow while fixing his gaze. He realised this is apermanent scar from the loss of the sense of pain. He should not take himself too seriously, or whatever hehas for that matter.

5.If ecstasy would eventually happen, it should be feathery, almost soundless. Similar to grief. Or a walk.