Same Moon Different Suns

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Materials: Chinese ink, glass containers, light bases, clear fluid, distressed fabrics, batu lesong (mortar and pestle), metal toolbox, vinyl

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A durational work as a response to a dislocated form of existence. ​

"Every day, I live my time thrice - now, in the past, and in the future. They said that I shouldn’t be pointing at the moon, for the sheer fear of getting a cut on the ear. Or does it really? That’s all they said, no more, no less. “Which moon”, I asked? “What about the sun?”. “Which sun?”, I asked again. Silence.

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The black stuff, sometimes it sticks to the sides, and you can’t get it out of the grooves where it once sat. You can try of course, by all means. Or wouldn’t it be best not to place it there at all, leave it pristine, undisturbed? No, not really, for you can then hear that noise better, and its rhythm, that is usually out of sync. Such is the nature of things anyway.

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“Where’s the moon”, I asked? “What about the sun?”. “Where’s the sun?”, I asked again. I am still waiting for the silence.”​​

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Performed at The London Group Open 2025, 120 mins, The Copeland Gallery, Peckam, UK​

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Sound design: https://open.spotify.com/album/0kQfMkt19br64cNhV6NWB3?si=mx0af39MQZunmwFjC5Vf_Q

Photos and video: Andia Newton

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