Decomposing an art work

Decomposing an art work

There is something strange in dismantling an artwork. It’s like working in reverse. A film going backwards.I had to dismantle a couple of works for the show “By the way” in the Lewisham Art House, London. As all the works had to travel with me in an...
And then I Spoke.

And then I Spoke.

And then I spoke.Not with a human word, it wouldn’t fit. But I reply, I try to formulate an answer that will be understood. How do I explain the beauty of rust to a tin can, or respond to a question asked by a dying pine? A car track shows me what was here. I offer it...
We are a plastic bag.

We are a plastic bag.

Our biggest mistake yet. We have separated ourselves from nature. I’m not an historian, but even for them it would be difficult to pinpoint the moment where we stepped outside the game and placed ourselves above or beside the rest of the natural world. For sure,...
Composing a new soul out of shattered identities.

Composing a new soul out of shattered identities.

I feel the rock trying to puncture my shoes. I have to be careful where to place my next step. The unmovable rock helps me as I’m unable to walk without thinking. Walking without looking isn’t an option. The land is dry, it hasn’t rained for months...

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