Invisible Box
September, 2020
Invisible Box is an experimental installation experiment that explores the multifaceted sensory experiences we often overlook, like being inside an elevator. I always wondered - how does it feel to be within such confined, transient spaces? How can these feelings be captured and interpreted artistically?
To represent these sensations, I translated four distinct emotions into unique collages. Each collage is a visual narrative, a layered symphony of colors, shapes, and textures, designed to evoke a specific emotional response.
But I wanted to go beyond the flat surface of the collage. I wanted to give these emotions a form, a presence. And so, I transposed these collages into small acrylic transparent boxes. I chose acrylic for its transparency and solidity, mirroring the paradox of an elevator's character - a visible yet unseen box, tangible yet fleeting in its occupancy.
Inside each box is a microcosm of feelings - a world of emotions encased in transparent walls, much like the silent stories that play out within the elevator's confines. My hope is that through this project, I can visually encapsulate and share these often unnoticed sensory experiences with my audience, allowing them to see, touch, and reflect upon them.
Invisible Box is more than just an installation; it's a dialogue between art and emotion, the seen and the unseen, the personal and the communal. It's a testament to the stories and emotions that transpire within the mundane and ordinary facets of our daily lives.
People have to take the elevator sometimes.
How do they feel?
Embarrassed to greet others?
Nervous when someone stares at them?
Pretending to look at phones but actually using their gaze to see others?


The smelly man looks at the well-dressed woman.
Red dress
high-heel
women
she is beautiful
But...
Why am I looking so terrible?
Am I?
NO!!
Never say that to me.


I am alone in this elevator now.
Finally.
Those children finally left.
This is my space now.
...
But,
Why silence around me?
When will the door open?
What happened to this alone?





So many of them,
Why they are looking at me?
No, they are not...
Maybe just my wild feeling...
I am sure,
He is gazing at me.
Pretty sure.

I have to keep my breath.
Too many people entered...
Why so many of them?
I could not breathe anymore.
Hurry, elevator, hurry...
Why is my office on the top floor of this building?
I have to wait for everyone to get off the elevator
Finally
My term...




502 glue is sticky, it remains a strong texture on the plastic box. I didn't intend to make those marks as the initial idea was to keep this box kind of 'invisible'.
However, ironically, after I finished them I found both my fingerprints and the glue remained on the surface, which kind of visualized how I actually make value of those moments.
