The boat-like shape is an old scarf, estimated to be about 50 years old. The delicate decorations have been hand-sewn and arranged, leaving behind liquid stains and a faint body odour. The object in the organza bag is a negative print of my fist made of paper clay.
In a world where physical touch, such as shaking hands and hugging, is highly restricted, I realized that the previous physical communication and its restriction have an unexpected effect on the psyche. We are trapped in a cell, which goes somewhere floating with anxiety; on the other hand, vague desire from the depths of the body protrudes outside the cell.