How do we move forward; how do we leave fear, memories, untold, everyday anxieties, if we are made out of them, if we keep them under our skin, if they are also part of today?
When body and mind are one.
Light is darkness
Dream, reality.
The road, dreamy.
In my work, I speak of construction through the acceptance of the world’s delicacy; of accepting my own vulnerability. Of the deconstruction of my fragility — the interpretation of a series of ambiguous, little-understood symptoms that still shape my everyday life. Of growth that emerges from the understanding of a visible and irreversible past that slowly disintegrates, becoming available to build something new.
I work with tracing paper and nickel silver: materials that exist between transparency and resistance. I blacken the metal, dye and tear the paper by hand. In that act, matter breaks, softens, and reunites with water and binders to form new surfaces. From that fragile yet persistent experimentation, expanding forms arise. Stainless steel needles hold this balance: the ephemeral made tangible.