You are nothing, you are mortal. Choice of champions.

A solo exhibition set in complete darkness. Visitors entered a pitch-black room, where the only sound came from a video playing mobile phone positioned in one corner. The rhythmic thuds of rope jumping (it was difficult to decifer from the sound, whether someone was doing sports or being faulered by a whip) echoed through the expansive, empty space, amplified by the room’s architecture. The video featured an hour-long recording of me rope jumping in that very same space.

A gothic-inspired wall relief adorned the walls, featuring a rhythmic pattern of spikes and dips that resembled a heartbeat diagram. As visitors moved through the room, they illuminated portions of the relief, unable to grasp its entirety all at once.