This is one of my projects that will never be finished, but also the one that I keep coming back to. It transforms from drawings to photographs, to video, then back to drawings.
This work is based on a story of one elderly person I met a few years ago. In a half an hour he told me stories of his life, full of bright and extraordinary events. It felt like I met Hemingway - my childhood idol.
Jumping from one story to another, talking about a few decades at the same time he mentioned a whole lot of names and adventures. For instance how he immigrated from Asia to America, then to Europe, or how he chased spies. In my eyes, he was a person with no age, yet knowing life.
After fifteen minutes of knowing my new idol, he stops looking like an old wise man and appears as a lonely elderly.
I started to ask myself if his stories are true. Where are his friends he so enthusiastically talked about? Where are the spies? Why does he live in an apartment filled with cardboard boxes? Why am I listening to him?