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?