“Finally, this year, I managed to get back to the idea of wind-blown pages (in this case, using ventilators). I figured they might bring new meaning into the Matarazzo Hospital kitchens. Surrounded by the ruins of the place, they might flag the transformations the complex is about to go through. With wads of paper spread all over the walls, ceiling and floor, most of them held in place by steel wire, they flap incessantly on the gusts from strategically-placed fans. It’s a work that invites more than one meaning in its apparent and immediate simplicity, with the tacked pages fluttering with almost clownish humour. It’s as if the idea of the transformation of the objects were capable of conjuring an experience of movement much like that of our own bodies, as if trying to warn us of the unique and revolutionary storms raging in the experience of every one of us.”