I always thought I could remember that day



Exhibition : September 17th- October 1th 2019
171 Elizabeth Street, New York City


  • Video
  • video 2 : shot on super8mm  Kodak 7213 by Michael Kong




numéro 2 
48 * 60
Oil sticks on linen canvas
2019





numéro 3
48 * 60
Oil sticks on linen canvas
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numéro 7
48 * 60
Oil on linen canvas
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Number 31
48 * 60
oil on linen
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Numero 28
48 * 60
oil sticks on linen canvas
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Numero 1
48* 72
oil stick on linen canvas
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Numero 27
48 * 72
Oil sticks on linen canvas
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numéro 13
48* 60
oil sticks on canvas
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numéro 4
48 *60
Oil on linen canvas
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numéro 6
48 * 60
Oil on linen canvas
2019





numéro 8
48 * 60 
Oil on linen canvas
2019
 


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I always thought I could remember that day. I wished I met her in my hometown,
that hot day I can’t remember,
and she wished she met me that hot summer day,
that day she can’t remember.
We build that memory, we build it from scratch, and we replaced things with new things.
It’s all games and stories.
We are driving trough that long, long road, it’s just like that road in
My
Own
Private
Idaho,
it’s the same road, we laugh, we laugh and we are young. It’s all games and stories  and I still can’t remember that day very well.

She says

Can’t we just say that we met when we were kids? Let’s just change our memories and pretend we met before. I was the girl living down your street and I used to climb up your window and we would climb up on your roof and we would talk until it gets completly dark. You were grounded all the time and I would wait for you in your alley and you would jump on your mum’s toyota and we would run to that soccer field where all the kids hang out. We were best friends for so many years and you never admitted you were in love with me. But then one night during the summer, during that little concert, we were doing a water fight and you just kissed me. Why can’t we say that?