Through shared meals and unending conversation, “Every Pandiculate” opens opportunities for human relationships by blurring and transforming concepts of association, strangeness, friendship, identities, cohesion, and communication, etc., to look for gaps of a gaze at different levels of life about possibilities of refining art. In this project, participants gathered at the artist’s home at the beginning and then moved to gather at participants’ homes or studios. Among gatherings, the process involved filming day and night for some participants whose homes were willing to be visited and filmed with shared dinners. New participants continue to take part. Do we memorize why we can have a toast to drink together? While civilized life is no longer clearly defined, how many borders of that scenery leave to distinguish you and me?

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I still remember my previous curatorial project dealing with black and white. I replaced the lights in the exhibition with white. Unintentionally, the yellow lights in the adjacent exhibition became too yellow. While confronting white cubes, their walls to me always seem too white. The universe constructed in the white cubes has parted from life more and more. The situations maybe even worse that patterns and transformation of contemporary art and postmodernism have reached their bottlenecks. That can be an end to certain romance and drama. Though, I continuously observe and experiment, in order to search for different meanings of art. In recent years, I think I can give up art. While I have given up, it has thoroughly gone. We are separated, and gradually, it returns in another way. I am amazed. A new mind is slowly and concretely establishing that the words life and art are no longer able to illustrate.  

 

However, certain situations remain. A shade in my heart has told me. There is no idea why I should keep doing art. I didn’t go to places crowded with people in the past; now I deliberately go to places packed with people. Luckily there is still someone; luckily there is no one. 

 

Too much creation. Too less life. There are always people questioning about reasons for dining with strangers. In my view, I regard that you are either thinking too much or thinking too little. To chat and eat, is there a need to have extra reasons? 

 

While entering someone’s life and living space, certain situations remain. However, there is another voice that has told me. Between entering and leaving, unwittingly, in the interim transferring will experience weight and lightness from every kind of life.