b o t a i (2022)

I did a collage with the images of my mother and the Mongolian language, two things I feel are my “starting point “, but I don't really understand.

The work 'Mother's Room' (japanese: botai) was created in the midst of the Coronaviurs . I started to think about distance, and how with all the people in this world we have a relationship with each other from a state of not knowing each other to getting closer and closer, but the mother is the only one who is different, and when she is in the belly she is the closest, and that is where life starts, but the distance between me and my mother is getting further and further away. Perhaps even though my mother has passed away, the process goes on by itself in my brain. Only with my mother, the process of meeting and then parting begins.

My mother was always someone who helped me tremendously with the photography, and when I tried to create a photographic stage for my brain, she took charge of the heroine-like characters in it and appeared in various scenes. However, I couldn't go back to my parents' house for two years in Corona and my mother's face seemed to be getting fuzzier and fuzzier in my mind. In an attempt to remember her through photographs, I dug out some old photos of her mother that had been lying dormant in my hard drive. Surprisingly, I found trees, wrinkles and everything that should not have been there in my memory. I felt as if my memories had intruded on the factual evidence of the photograph. I decided to faithfully reproduce that feeling of intrusion by modifying the old photographs I took of my mother, and I added distortions to the images, converted them from colour photographs to black and white, and this series was born. There is no way I can go back to the same time and space, but I am trying to reunite with my mother, who keeps saying goodbye, on a different path through the time and space-bearing photographs.

Written in black paint on the surface is the Mongolian language. The Mongolian language should be my natural one too, but I don't know it, I don't understand it, and that's why I'm trying to get closer to it. Language, photography and mother, mixed mediums, but all of them are my 'original'.

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