Hole begins with an impulse to “flash” someone—to invade a stranger’s visual space with strobe light. It brings pain, disorientation, stillness, or emptiness in different spaces; at its root, chance. Amid fragmentation, we are not numb from emptiness, but from overload: seeing everything while seeing nothing.
Built around strobe light, dividing fabric, and holes, the work contrasts illusory shadows with partial truths seen through the holes. Echoing Plato’s cave and the Diamond Sutra, reality becomes unstable, momentary, and fractured. Vision fails between light and darkness; eyelids lag behind the flicker, and perception breaks apart. Residual curiosity remains; evasive eyes close against the light. Feeling, adversity, waiting, and farewell recur behind the curtain. Illusion becomes real; reality becomes illusion.

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