I initially thought of building a boat, but the skeletons who are lost at sea often only cling to life on mere planks like rafts,
fleeing war and oppression.
Refugees remain an issue that seems like a fiction to most people. It seems like something that can never happen in the WESTERN world.
But freedom IS MOVED ONLY WITH tweezers.
It’s all a matter of context BECAUSE VERY quickly all rights COULD BE lost. The first rights to be lost are those of women.
Before starting this piece, i remembered the “Raft of Medusa” from Théodore Géricault and imagined that A raft structure would make more sense than any boat.
I also read the book The Raft of the Medusa by Anselm Jappe and realized that a raft was a perfect metaphor for what is happening socially and ethically in our contemporaneity.
So I took abandoned windows and started to build a raft of multiple skins:
without bodies,
without faces,
without identity,
without rights.
Just skin and planks that resemble bones.
It is the portrait of the
migrations of refugees who carry within them entire houses.
(*IMPORTANT NOTE: These "skins" refer to the painting technique I use in which I make paint skins in swimming pools.)