Rug

Rug, 2016, woven papers from books and magazines, 120x160 cm

The Persian rugs at my grandfather’s house were a source of pride. The memory of these impressive carpets is forever imprinted in me.

The massive carpet, 200 years old, became in my hands a rug woven from scraps of texts and textures, words entwined strip by strip, a delicate and fragile sheet echoing memories of childhood.

About the technique

I love paper, I always did. I am an obsessive collector of abandoned texts (encyclopedias and abandoned books I picked up on the street, old magazines and so on).

Working with paper requires attention to the delicacy, crispness and fragility of the material. 

The need to find a coherent and comprehensible world led me to dismantle a world and reconstruct an order that is logical and harmonious for me. In the studio, I take apart the books’ bindings, peel off their carapace, take apart their pages, cut the paper strip by strip, spin the words, hold them tightly, create a new tapestry from an old memory.