No Space

No Space is a series made in Hong Kong, a city where the pressure to grow upwards and inwards leaves almost no margin between people, and barely more for the creatures they keep. Even the fish are sold in plastic bags too small to turn around in.

 

Walking through the streets, what kept catching my eye were the small responses people had found to that pressure. A pocket of being together. A face hidden inside an elaborate costume. A bamboo sprout in a plastic bottle.

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Some of these gestures are insistence. Some are escape. Both are shaped by the same pressure, and both are how people stay recognisably themselves inside it. Looking up at the towers where these lives are stacked, the same gestures repeat themselves a thousand times, barely visible against the scale of the building, but unmistakably there.