Encoded Fragment

2022
Performance
0:19’24”


Encoded Fragments is a series of work that is finished or in progress, which uses the recollection of dreams as a tool to build a bridge of communication with the deeper self. The research uses sounds, performance, and diary-sourced poems as the vehicles of investigation.

Personal experiences shape the uniqueness of the individual, not only in terms of historically defining moments; but also in terms of long psychological constructions. A pattern of categorizing and organizing these memories is stored in the Electronic components, and changes in the inner structure are accomplished through the recurrence of memories on identical occasions, in order to help make sense of one's existence.

Dreams, as part of reality, frequently appear as nodes connecting the future to the past, appearing and disappearing so blurred that I sometimes can't tell if they existed, but when I capture them over time, curating them in a narrative deconstruction, they gradually constitute a larger pattern. The text attempts to find a balance and blend between perceptual cognition and scientific development by recording, organizing, and analyzing memories, and dreams; and also combining, and appropriating biology as well as other science subjects to approach the topic.

In these texts, some key archives - memories of my mother, identity, and dreams are repeatedly regurgitated. As a result, I create the opportunity to see my thoughts and actions from a distance, as a more objective spectator.

Performance Archive
Video Recording and Photos

0:19’24”

Script for the Monologe

A man drove to the jungle with his mother and wife to escape his life.
He spent a long time convincing them about the life they could create in the forest, in harmony, and in peace.
After a while, the man decided that life was too hard and drove away,
alone in the evening.
The mother went crazy, laughing every day and saying: I'm down! I'm down! I'm down!
The wife killed her mother-in-law first
and then started looking for the man.
Months later, she trudged to finally crawl out of the jungle, her hands rough, her hair disheveled, and her body stinking of filth.
She found the man, who by now was with another woman.
She stabbed the woman in the chest with a knife. Meanwhile, the man jumped in his car and drove into a pile of rubble, the last tire marks of the car disappearing in the jungle.