I'm already used to the smell of plants. Yet that's what struck me the most, when I first arrived arrived, the thick scent of leaves. A green and wet fragrance that took me to the lungs, raising vague memories.
Everything has changed here. Yet nothing has changed. The torrential rains that plunged Bangkok into the worst floods it had known in the past 150 years have also invaded Doi Saket and two buildings on the grounds of ComPeung have collapsed (the houses held up, though, thanks to them being built on the higher areas of the land). A new outdoor structure was built to replace the pavilion where, a few years ago, I was waiting for the sunset on every evening.
Labiett, Ong's mother, was so glad to see me: she believes that the spirit of ComPeung has left its small home since I left because no one brings it his daily breakfast. In the spirit house, I found the remains of rusty electronic circuit that I created about 4 years ago.
I found the tree on which I installed the first intervention of Absences back in 2008. It seems to have grown and the land behind is invaded by grass taller than usual thanks to the heavy rain of the past months. On the bush, I find a few remaining small fans from this "condom project". But no trace of the electrical box. I have to ask Ong what happened to it.
In less than two weeks, I will show for the first time the entire project as part of a collective exhibition that will be held in Chiang Mai, showing the work of several artists who have resided in Compeung over the past five years of existence of the organization. Until then, I have to assemble all the documentation that I have accumulated over the past years in a coherent whole.I'm already used to the smell of plants. Yet that's what struck me the most, when I first arrived arrived, the thick scent of leaves. A green and wet fragrance that took me to the lungs, raising vague memories.