Remainder; Us for never forever for the first and the last month
This will go so fast. This won't last long.
How could an individual masterfully dwells
on/in a place that never belongs to them.
The smells of our foreignness clogged the tub,
disgu(sting)ising apathy sneaks in like a snake.
Hundred years of fury repeatedly scratches
the fuscous hardwood floor -- with its sanity, lack of leeway;
one deposits hatred under furzy estuary.
The interest never gets back to you.
She is not guaranteed.
Nor the citizen.
Dogs are not allowed, a cat is fine.
A renovated gut. A kitchen mint.
How does her shower cause the dews on his ceiling.
The seven hundred years spirit freely comes and goes,
as if the door nob is loose and broken; the denial of landlady.
Nevertheless, this is how far I can close.
If you haven't knocked anybody's any door for years,
I admire you; you have been masterfully vanished
from the vanity -- the sink detaches itself, the leakage is inevitable;
sobbing drain, tarnished copper pipes.
The high groaning of a plumber leans on the back of a startled cat.
When the underground garden blooms, she has to go.
Us for never forever for the first and the last month.
Remainder; Us for never forever for the first and the last month was a curatorial/pop-up project that I planned and executed with a great support of Yi Xin Tong (Artist) in my ex-apartment before the lease was terminated by unfortunate gentrification-renovation. The incident was seemingly illegal yet I did not have the will to claim my 'right' due to my unstable foreign statues and cowardice. But instead of dispute, I chose to celebrate the unfairness, the charm of the hundred years old apt that was doomed to be destroyed and the ghosty remainders. 9 Artists participated in the exhibition and we had an unexpectedly great number of visitors, celebrated the tearful Finale of an apt.
Opening reception: Friday June 26, 6-9pm
410 State St., #28
Brooklyn, NY 11217
Yi Xin Tong