I split myself in pieces. All the many parts I am made of: each one belongs to a different person.... Read More
I split myself in pieces. All the many parts I am made of: each one belongs to a different person. A stranger, a friend, a lover. A different place. Lisbon. Venice. Home. A different taste. Chocolate. Rose. Ginger. All reunited in one:
I am a puzzle. A patchwork. A fabric. A mixture. Blended together. Serve yourself one piece and sew it together.
In this videoed performance, the skin - so present in my textile works through substance and texture - is real. The lines are sewn with paint and connect points. The lines that separate are also the ones that join.