2015

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Coquillage

Folding up all imaginary hopes and unrealised lives, the landscapes we grew up in accompany us our entire life. Wherever we go, we take the hills and seashores with us, all the ridges and even the breeze that wafts around them, the very ones that carried us as children.
Somehow, we manage to accommodate them within any new landscape, wherever we happen to live. There are moments of disruption and areas of incompatibility. Sometimes, the scenery that is seen won’t accept any foreign, unfamiliar lines and curves.There might be too many wrinkles on the surface, or not enough, or, in some instances, the colours won’t match. Our own private, intimate landscape is seen as a parasite.
We firmly hold onto them because, well hidden beneath them and only visible to us, upholding the acquisition of a new perspective, a potential of renegotiation of a self still exists.

Sculpture, metallic strips
Dimensions variable

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