The Scars exhibition is a meeting point between art and technology, which are indissolubly connected to each other by the human experiences of every single participant. These experiences are often painful, they clamour to be told, to be ditched in order to lighten the load.
Scars is a valuable occasion to share and reflect. In my life pre-illness, I always strived for perfection: I couldn’t disappoint the expectations of others and I had to have no faults, just like a classical statue. In the last three years, the scalpel has left indelible signs on my skin that I cannot hide from myself, nor from others. They make me suffer enormously.
Damaging David’s perfect body with those tattoos on his legs and chest, taking away his thick, curly hair and replacing it with a baseball cap – and still finding beauty in what we had done, has an enormous symbolic value.
In my artwork, pain and irony are protagonists: my illness takes the form of a huge ball and chain which tries to stop me moving. But the bright colours of the hated chemotherapy become cocktail glasses.