My work is about contradiction, the tension between alienation and assimilation, about the importance of touch, the need for touch and the fear of touch.
By touch you define yourself. By touch you place yourself. By touch, you dissolve into others. Our continuity is created by touch, and without it, we begin to suspect we don't exist at all.
Those are usable objects, and "use" is a declaration against them as in favor of theme. They surrender and refuse to surrender.
I wanted them outside of me, I wanted them to be a stranger. Yet they are images of internal organs.
I don’t know if I like them, and I think that’s the way I want it to stay.
I refuse to word them; but they are made of contradiction between soft and hard, between repulsive and beautiful, between there and here.
#1 Ae67

0points
#2 Yj89

0points
#3 Cr45

0points
#4 We78

0points
#5 Sr56

0points
#6 Tr90

0points
#7 Yh34

0points
#8 Bd58

0points
#9 Mi79

0points

