everything rides on gravity
Several mattresses were gathered around the streets of Glasgow and hauled back to the exhibition space – an empty car park. Out on the streets, the mattresses were left to rot, collecting rain and other filth. At home, we sleep on it, investing parts of our life into its material, the mattresses soaking up our sweat and dreams. Absorbing rain, filth, sweat, dreams, nightmares, the mattress is an embodiment of time. Within its form, bloated with signification, is a record of time and how it passes.
Chun presents them beyond their material limitations, courting gravity in his attempts to defy it. A weathered mattress unable to stand on its own is made to stand - two mattresses facing each other, leaning slightly forward, as though caught in a moment of intimacy and hesitation. A weathered mattress unable to stand on its own is made to support the weight of another. A weathered mattress unable to stand levitates, imbuing the dead air with its malodour.
Underlying this installation is a contemplation of how gravity, as an omnipresent force that anchors us, also humbles us, leveling everyone to the same plane. No matter how rich and powerful, you are subjected to the same laws of gravity. No matter how rich and powerful, you can only sleep in one bed.