If the act of holding limits the freedom to move, then why not accept the messiness of brokenness? We all once carried dreams that felt weightless. But time has a way of turning those dreams into stones. I have forgotten the person I was when I arrived, and I am still learning to live with the stranger I see in the mirror. Am I an artist struggling to survive in an unfamiliar world, or just a foreign supermarket cashier chasing an indefensible dream? If one day everything you cherish became the burden you are forced to carry—would you still choose to hold on?
This work is about the erosion of a self. Time acts like a parasite; it sucks out strength and courage, leaving only a hollow shell of mediocrity. A ghost who exists but no longer lives.
Acknowledgements: VAV - moving image