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   The moment you open your mouth, people start judging you; as they watch you their mind is rapidly making records of their observations which would be supportive materials for them to decide whether you are interesting enough to pay attention or intelligent enough to converse with. If you keep your mouth shut and do not say a word, then still, people judge you. They fill the document with assumptions and imaginations. My blank flipbook was my silence. A flipbook was something I had to present in order to squeeze my animation into the frame that the unit brief provided for the project in Trinity Buoy Warf, the place I found it very difficult to interact with. I couldn’t find any comfortable corner for my work to rest upon, so I decided to be silent. I made a flipbook; big and thick but empty. What would people see from the blank pages? Would they form any opinions based on their own imaginary images or would they not even care to think about it considering it as one of those off springs of idleness trying to be justified as ‘conceptual art’? Even in such a case my flipbook will still feel a needle on its back for even though no one’s interested in you, you still cannot be free from your eyes upon yourself. Your desire to be described as good, descent, and with any positive objectives will repeatedly put your naked self on a platform for intense observation.

  It’s quite selfish thing to do to expect people to understand you when you are not telling anything, but I wanted to do something I could do when I can be fairly easily forgiven.