Print on cardboard, colored pencils, fuchsia thread
25 x 25 x 25 cm
Cardboard, laser cut
30 x 45 cm
Je n’ai plus de sentiment dans le doigt
23.06 - 26.06.2022
Visual Arts School
Many years ago, my grandfather made a hut for my little land turtle. As a skilled craftsman, he used one of my father’s children’s books, sewing the cardboard pages together like felt boots.
I wanted to relive his actions, but unlike the first hut, the story of the boy-general and the gun-bear ended up next to the wounded flesh, and the childish story was replaced by a death poem. The physical and psychological pain of war, loss and injury, found a material form, a refuge. They have also burned the paper by making it into a poem. As exorcising objects, will they open the way to deliverance?