The idea for this work comes from a short text, written by a stranger on a traffic island, that the... Read More
The idea for this work comes from a short text, written by a stranger on a traffic island, that the artist read while walking down the street. The text is a message of love that the unknown author dedicates to his beloved, in a vain attempt to win her back. The artist was struck by a passage of the text that seems to be off topic in a love message: "I work all day; insects sting me ”. Talking about the relationship with the loved one, the lover mentions how much his work wears him out and takes up all his time. These words made the artist think on how often work is a means to make up for other shortcomings. It occupies body and mind and makes you think about nothing else. The work with physical wear makes the inner wear tangible.