spaceman
I am writing this from somewhere between departure and arrival.
The world has grown too heavy, so I have built a vessel to leave it behind. Inside this ship, silence hums like a heartbeat.
Outside, only distance. Vast and endless. Depression came to me like gravity: invisible,
constant, pulling me down until I forgot how to move. I stayed locked in my room, orbiting the
same four walls. When the ground could no longer hold me, I began to look up. Searching
for a language beyond despair. Space became both metaphor and terrain for survival, a site
where imagination and endurance converge.
In Spaceman, the figure of the “spaceman” operates as a fictional self, a stand-in for the
tension between confinement and expansion. The spaceship functions simultaneously as
sanctuary and exile: a psychological architecture in which grief coexists with possibility.
The work traces the fragile boundaries between interior and exterior worlds, the self as both
planet and passenger, negotiating isolation, longing, and renewal.
Through visual registers of darkness, suspension, and reflection, Spaceman considers the
paradox of escape: the desire to leave the world may also articulate a yearning to reimagine
it. It is less a story of flight than a meditation on survival, endurance, and the imaginative
strategies through which the self persists. Here, the body floats between dark and light,
haunted by what it has left behind and what it hopes to find. Perhaps this is not an escape at
all, but an experiment in staying alive - a search for oxygen inside the silence.
THE PITCH OF THE BLACK
THE PITCH OF THE BLACK
CAN YOU HEAR IT?
“ONE DAY I WILL GO TO THE SUN”
“NO MAN COULD EVER GO THERE! IT IS TOO HOT!”
“I KNOW THAT!
THATS WHY I WILL GO AT NIGHT.
BATHE BY THE CRESCENT LIGHT.
THERE! WHERE HERE AND NOW COLLIDE
I WILL GO THERE”