I'm attracted to concepts like symbols, memory, mutability, the shadows and the unconscious.
I have been fascinated since I remember by how we can use art as some sort of Alchemy or magic tool for re-creation.
I can not stop asking me questions, trying to understand our nature and artificiality, the complexity of our own construction and the constructions we inhabit, our role in it, not predefined, not static.
I get lost in those questions and I find myself again, like the shapes of these constructions, always different. The status is “ongoing”, mutant, each part depends on the connexions between each part, the relationship with ourselves, with others, with what is outside us.
I feel myself growing as the boundaries become more blurred, the “whys" do not seem so appealing as the “Hows”.
And I feel too, that there is some calm in the doubt, as if it was already written in our bones, allowing us to escape from rigid, tight, old skins and heavy armours because everything can be re-constructed.