Voice sack, 2020 ( Voices to liberation series)
Lost child picked flowers from the starry field, 2020
selves won't tell me the right direction, 2020, 110 x 80 cm
An Interdependence is light, 2020 as a part of 'Borderlinking' group show at High Art gallery
suddenly after the joy, rain 2020, 50 x 60 cm
Drunken Gravity, 2019 160 x 180 cm
Love too soon, 2019, 60 x 90 cm
Their Golden Time
14 DEC 2018
“ By the boiling golden river, I am sitting on the dock,
Having my lunch with a gang of birds.
This golden time devotes to the starving birds.
Senseless little beings.
Starvation numbs their nerves in foot
Glittering sands trembles their nerves in eyes
They are roving around with an ambitious mind, yet in their daze.
Desires, Fears, Wills are all available in a rush.
These will be washed off once the golden lake turns into blue.
Without exceeding the 3 , they sure cannot return to the world of tomorrow “
14 DEC 2018
“ By the boiling golden river, I am sitting on the dock,
Having my lunch with a gang of birds.
This golden time devotes to the starving birds.
Senseless little beings.
Starvation numbs their nerves in foot
Glittering sands trembles their nerves in eyes
They are roving around with an ambitious mind, yet in their daze.
Desires, Fears, Wills are all available in a rush.
These will be washed off once the golden lake turns into blue.
Without exceeding the 3 , they sure cannot return to the world of tomorrow “
Dying in her arms, 2019, 70 x 100 cm
she has her own island, 2019, 160 x 200 cm
I teemed sundae, 2020, 110 x 80 cm
An early play, 2020
The crimson sretsis, 2019 Installation shot group show 'the end of expressionism' at Jan Kaps, cologne
R.I.P.E the bonsai, 2018, 100 x 70
The unpleasant orchestra, 2019, 130 x 130 cm
The hidden moon at the afternoon tea, 2019
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Installation shot 'A Haze in Their Gaze' at Daniel Benjamin gallery, London
As his burden, 2018, 130 x 150
Spoiling our desire
25 May 2018
"Even a robot survives with a diversity of software.
My body could not function with a pure savoury,
as the spirit in my body cried for the typical sweetness..
Little bit of salt, lemon, milk and stickiness of fruity jam that can melt my aggressive desire.
Yes, I thirst for a frozen yogurt! Like a baby cried for a concentrated milk.
11 pm our favourite shop was closed.
Dear desire, please calm down.
It took over my leg bones, crawling with hopes of completing the mission.
How shameful of this city, there was not any late night frozen yogurt.
Nor chocolate bars could spoil our desire.
The only place that we could think of is one in the dream."
installation shot at Crowd, Hannah Barry photographed by Damien Griffiths
