The support of my production is the body. It is there to hold and activate the personal processes that become an artwork. This relation aims to show the link created with the others. The skin is our limit, the border that separates us. That edge tattooed with words. Suddenly, the stone and inorganic pieces start glittering on that body. The artwork becomes a shield. Violence emerges as a possibility. The apparently firm starts collapsing and becomes fragile. I am afraid of maternity and dependence. I am afraid of domesticating my work.
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