Studio // june 2016
This is about gathering elements on a wall. Some of them are more than ten years old. The tape no longer sticks. One morning you focus on these pieces of cardboard, wood, plastic, etc.You re-arrange them, and they become the core of your mind. So many options in them. Some are there for long and you suddenly realize an ongoing project is the same idea : a suspended crumpled paper with pictures on it.
These little fragile pieces are fragments of a steady language. Kind of a mental and physical grammar.