I remember talking about my mum’s washing with some boys whose family shared a house with us, when I was just below teenage. We would play together and shared many things. They were curious about particular objects from the washing line that, in those times, were visible to everyone in Korea.
Sometime later I thought about that moment and felt embarrassed. Then we gradually pushed away from each other.
At the end of the seven weeks of a class called Object & Meaning, I chose the entire window space of the classroom to make an installation. Doing this involved lots of folding activities on my own. At the time, I was commuting from north London to the college in south London. I would take the number 36 bus and sit in the back corner of the top deck making them on the long journey home.