Performance in Galerie Untitled Friday 27th of December 18.30

A combination of my photographs and poems

Okinawa Islands

I'm thinking about my mother's doll

There are similar dolls here

The time almost stopped

After the ghost island I feel secluded

This antique space

Hidden in an ugly shopping mall

Drinking my tea

As if the island exposed you

Leave you in this open space

I'm folded up between the leaves of the city

This makes me feel I'm in a secret place

It's okay to forget the time

8 clocks with pointers at a different numbers

In the light of all the tiny lamps

I drift away in the tea house