All streets are connected. I dream to explore new streets. If I can carry on walking this street where I am, this would lead another road. However, I faced ROAD CLOSED sign in sudden. Is this real? Is this temporary? Is this permanant? Or is this just my illusion?

I collected all transpormation ticket I spent around London for 2 years. Which are obvious evidences about my journey and commune history. Even if ROAD CLOSED, I am still buying a ticket to go.

Traffic corn and red sign was significant public language. Meanwhile, when I bring this up into my dark room, those are the another sign of my art language. When audiences walk through this wall, papers on the walk reveal black wall underneath of green pictures.

This photography designed for exact measure of this black wall. Tickets are facing opposite of this wall. People also welcome to leave a note about their daily journey in this room.

Exhibition held at Chelsea Gallery in Manresea Road, London at September 2004.