Over time, the border between life and art has become a vast, desecrated free zone.
The world becomes the suitcase - the suitcase becomes the body - the body becomes the material in which the craft is revealed and sucks the life.
Living becomes work.
The notion is literal: Labor - Translated into a multitude of techniques and formats - Performatives. It sculpts itself, draws itself, realising itself in a physical/dimensional form.
The aesthetic is simple, idiomatic, often minimal, which conveys an underlined political and economic statement.
DIY kits - found objects and reclaimed materials become poems suggesting "in-between"
- Society is concrete, as is its poetry. Weights, scales plays with the notion of balance.
The research takes the form of metaphoric scenarios, staged in constructed spaces
- quirky laboratories of research - chambers of activities or strange non-existent historical sites - places that become, from certain angles, worlds for mental projections.
These chambers of imagination where realities and illusions coalesce
- Limbo between latency and reminiscence - alteration of history and experiences -
come to exist in the same world where the brain and the hands are.
The name of the world is the studio.
