I will trust anyone who wears Hermès’ Un Jardin sur le Nil.
Objects accumulated in the process of living. An old watch, a candy wrapper, a soft, pilled t-shirt, an empty bottle of perfume. What makes you hold on to one thing, but not another? Picking something up, you pass judgement within seconds. Sometimes objective value is considered, but more often it’s the sneaking values inscribed into the substance of all things: A conversation witnessed, the touch of giving and receiving hands, the polishing, velvety inside of a pocket... Same as with the human skin – faded tattoos, scars, wrinkles, and all – the flaws are memories made visible to others. When they are removed, the world hardens into a shiny, forgetful surface.
My work deals with the personal and collective histories of found objects and pushes toward a dissolution of the inside and outside, the self and the other. Lifting things from the actual world and insisting on their poetry, I compose with the observer’s attention. Titles, material lists, and texts are part of my assemblages and are chosen carefully based on their emotional and aesthetic qualities, using the mind as an extension of the exhibition space.