Mark The Time

I grow mold on 4x5 film, after COVID-19 started. The black points in photo are traces of mold, while the colored areas are photographic gelatin left. I was seized with an anxiety that made me forget the very existence of time in my everyday life, as if I was stuck at home. You can feel the pass of time by accumulating the daily stimuli in normal days, but it was difficult to conscious time when I stuck at home. The result is an immeasurable qualitative change in which the corroded and uncorroded areas melt and permeate into each other, without any clear outlines or any tendency to externalize each other. It is nothing but a succession of It is an attempt to convert immeasurable time into matter. I tried to use the qualitative chain of change to express the fact that it is not yet complete, or rather the extent of the movement that is constantly changing. Projecting this constant time into space, it takes the form of a continuous line or chain without external interaction.