I use my phone to take photos of every death I encountered except for human beings since quarantine. It all traced back to the moment that I executed a fly.

To keep the death “fresh”, each of them is sealed together with a bag of desiccant into food storage bags. The deaths are placed at the relative heights of discovery, most are at the ground level. The deaths are tossed to the road effortlessly, out of eye level. Overlook is a privileged perspective of human beings. By looking at the ground, the audience are exposed to the unnecessary and uncomfortable presence. Here, I’m exploring the verticality that a human persists, and the geometry and selectivity of the concept of death under the dominance and dictatorship of humans.