/longing for lost images
Have you ever found yourself recalling a memory or emotion simply by being in a certain place?We often project our faded mental film onto the spaces we encounter, treating them like screens onto which our recollections are cast. But can these memories, played back over the almost unchanged backdrop of a place, ever remain intact?
Memory blurs, distorts, and sometimes disappears with time—leaving behind only fragments. Place, by contrast, persists as an objective fact, quietly present.Between memory and place lies a gap filled with a sense of solitude, melancholy, and nostalgia.
We may find ourselves alone in a familiar place from our past, chasing after scattered fragments of memory,longing for images we can no longer fully retrieve.
I too have stood in such spaces—sometimes smiling at a playful memory,sometimes overwhelmed by the absence of someone who once shared it. Unable to clearly restore a fading image, I linger in the past. Yet perhaps there’s something quietly beautiful in possessing that one imperfect, irreproducible image in my mind.
This video installation, dispersed in fragments throughout a playground,explores the relationship between objectivity and subjectivity—between place and memory. The playground is a site many have encountered, whether as a child, just days ago, or today.
As an adult returning to the playground, I recall my younger self at play. That recollection has since become yet another layer of memory,now stored as a fragment in my mind.
The figures in the video reenact simple games—ones you, too, may have once played in a space like this. Here, I invite you to piece together your own scattered memories,one image at a time.
(Part of the off-site group show “0,1,2,3”; presented as “1 is Soliloque”)