from November 6, 2021 to January 29, 2022
My activity, anarchic but not disorderly,
undisciplined without eluding organization, knows no regulations or schedules.
The only dates marked on the calendar are those that mark those agreed events,
which are the exhibitions.
Anti-system(a)-tic, with the laziness more typical of the one who does not dare to stitch without thread, than with the one that can defeat the routine artist of fixed workshop schedules. I make the most of these occasions to expose myself, to take a look back and build or assemble a body of work a posteriori out of what was left on the way: to gather a series of scenes that give sense to a tempo, (MAYBE) also to a time.
Ironed and starched fantasies: the fiction as a cleaned-up reality.
Elusive scenographies, (STILL) uninhabited, with the threshold of sound that their own existence/being evokes or emanates.
Loose pieces with deafness, reverberating in a space with its own acoustics that brings them together today, allowing them the luxury of solitude in company.
Paris, December 2020