wool, athletic tape | 148 x 64 cm | 2018 

There was a gamja (potato) sitting on my kitchen counter for who knows how long.

It was a especially typical looking chubby gamja.

It was only when mold started to grow on the surface of the gamja that I took notice.

Birth for the mold, death for the gamja.

How did this thing start a life of its own, growing unquestionably and without conset, on top of something more or less dead?