In contemporary city life there is no place for sorrow at all: nor do we have space or time for mourning. The new globalized life-style expects us to be a happy producer-consumer. Our sorrow became a problem to be solved, and not a condition to be nursed. It is almost only teenagers who can afford it and who are strong enough to be gloomy. I deeply believe that art can be the thing to remind us of our natural need to be sad. Both of my cultures are rich in traditional sorrow-sharing. I translate this knowledge into my performances and artworks.
If we don’t handle our grief with respect, it turns into poison.

Under sorrow you find mournings and memorials: works that pay tribute to lost things, feelings and phenomen.