Ouroboros (Creation out of destruction)

Scars has its own unique power: taking what we see as a defect or a weakness and making it art. With a powerful gesture, like a punch in the stomach. We showed ourselves for what we are, human beings with imperfections, differences and concerns. And yet we are masterpieces: our scars, visible and not, make us unique, make us US. Art is the most obvious example: the Venus de Milo doesn’t have arms but she is considered the epitome of perfection. The Nike of Samothrace doesn’t have her head, but she is among the most viewed pieces in the Louvre. We try so hard to find beauty in everything, why not in our scars as well?
The phrase “You are like flowers that grow between the cracks in concrete” is the perfect metaphor for my Venus, for my scars. Often the victim of bullying, I was excluded and became almost invisible to other people’s eyes, but I didn’t want to crack. I was wounded in my soul and left covered by scars. The very ones I restarted from. With my Venus, I wanted to emphasise that ivy and flowers can grow from the cracks in the marble and to show that beauty can spring up even from ruins.