My body is not dominated by myself. I can’t stand on my own. It’s soft. I can’t put myself together. There’s no core my body can attach to. It’s like body without bones.
No structure.
It reminded me of empty clothes, formless/shapeless, easily manipulated/controlled. Clothes without body.
The process of cleaning clothes to function, which is relied on others, is like the daily activities to clean myself to function. I ought to do it myself, but I rely on others to do it.
The relation to clothes is also influenced by a HK movie called Chungking Express, where a heart-broken character talks to some objects like they’re emotional. Wet towels/flooded house are seen as they’re crying. The character thinks the shirt is cold so he irons it. And he thinks the shirt is hiding from reality and it gets mouldy so he hangs it under sunlight.
The idea of “hang me up to dry” is also inspired by the photo below:
Wash me
Inspired by my previous photo “clothes” under project “off”.
Hang me
Iron me
Fold me
Wear me (out)
Even though the clothes/body are cleaned and seem ready to function, the body still lacks domination like empty clothes and it’s formless so its shape depends on other objects such as a sofa.
Eva Wang 