For Manola, my grandmother_
From an intimate language about time, a lifeless object from the past is recovered. On it, a natural cloak grows, tangles and accumulates, turning into a delicate layer of dust, of mold, that makes forget past lives so that new ones can bloom.
A garden or a bed? Time appears as a double-edged draft of details: delicate but also sharp and dangerous. Time matters, so does loneliness, loss and memory; as a mutation, the change and process to the rhythm of nature.
Technique._ Embroidery and weaving of preserved natural petals and metal wire on a recovered bed frame.
September 8, 2019_ 1st date: 3,768 preserved petals intervened_ / Metal wire_ 1,100gr
January 27, 2020_ 2nd date 4,639 petals preserved intervened_ / Metal wire_ 1,550gr
Dimensions._ 105 x 184 x 15