This work is about “hotel beds” and my relation with beds. I am a superstitious person, and I always believe that “a bed will keep the souls of the persons who had a deep sleep in it.” If this creepy thought is real, a bed with more than one persons sleeping in it will be crowded with souls, and hotel beds should be one of the most crowded.
I again ask with curiosity: “after all these journeys I have taken, is part of my soul still staying in some hotel beds in a different country?” If the answer is “yes,” I would like to ask: “is it because I miss my soul which I have left behind after a good sleep that I keep thinking of the smell of these beds?” The work represents how I look like in a deep sleep through realistic rise-and-fall movement. The images of beds placed on the bed sheet are the beds I’ve known and shared my sleep with in my journeys. Perhaps it is an artwork about missing those souls sleeping in foreign places.