Feet Southward

Feet Southward is a poetic record of a five-day passage through the southernmost region of Thailand—where land, culture, and political presence overlap without announcement. Composed of ten fragmentary scenes and one video, the work gathers what was witnessed through the body, not explained in words. Each element—mist, checkpoint, sting, Thai tea, silence—acts as both document and metaphor. Feet move through territory shaped by history and tension, not to conquer or escape, but to listen. What enters through touch, rhythm, and stillness becomes a different kind of memory. To go southward is to move toward the quiet edges, where the nation reveals its value not through declaration, but through breath, trace, and restraint. Here, silence is not the absence of meaning. It is the form that holds it.

©2025mekabhisith
- Transmission -
Nothing followed me back.
But the silence
rearranged
the way things sounded.
Even in noise,
I heard it
still speaking.
Video, duration 0.57 minutes ©2025mekabhisith
- Sand -
Thick.
Still warm from sun.
Soft grains held
what the air remembered.
Salt.
Smoke.
Something herbal.
No sign marked the border,
but the ground
felt like mother.
Oil on paper, 29 x 21 cm ©2025mekabhisith
- Mist -
Checkpoint.
Barbed wire relaxed into dust.
Dog sleeping under a bunker.
Mist crossing lines
drawn by other hands.
Oil on paper, 29 x 21 cm ©2025mekabhisith
- Last Night -
Fan spinning,
mosquito net tied loosely.
Water dripping into a bowl.
No moon.
No speech.
Only distance
held in the throat.
Sleep came slowly,
if at all.
Not from fear—
from quiet
too deep
to turn away.
Oil on paper, 29 x 21 cm ©2025mekabhisith
- Old Friend -
Bent back.
Smile without sound.
Same road, different time.
Hands met.
Nothing said.
It was enough.
Oil on paper, 29 x 21 cm ©2025mekabhisith
- Blue Hala-Bala -
Sky too wide.
Light filtering through layers.
Leaves shifting.
Wasp sting still tender.
The forest changed again.
No script.
No witness.
Only blue
as condition.
Oil on paper, 29 x 21 cm ©2025mekabhisith
- Thai - Tea - 
Stained porcelain.
Table legs uneven.
Steam rising into dusk.
Sweet too early,
burnt too late.
Swallowed anyway.
Oil on paper, 29 x 21 cm ©2025mekabhisith
- Breakdown -
Van stopped.
Monkey still.
Feet in mud.
Rain that didn’t ask.
A fall of water
with no name.
Laughter stayed.
Direction did not.
Oil on paper, 29 x 21 cm ©2025mekabhisith
- River / Sea -
No border.
Only rhythm.
The river, persistent.
The sea, absorbing.
Sand held every step
without keeping it.
Oil on paper, 29 x 21 cm ©2025mekabhisith
- Wrist -
Wasp.
Circle.
Sting.
Sharp.
Precise.
Left alone.
Oil on paper, 29 x 21 cm ©2025mekabhisith
- Hornbill / Canopy -
Blue overhead.
Wings too wide for the frame.
One arc,
then gone.
Nothing followed.
Oil on paper, 29 x 21 cm ©2025mekabhisith
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