I’m interested in the human body and in particular bodily detritus (nails, eyelashes, hair) which can be described as a sort of a poetry in time. I consider the body as a kindof perpetuum mobile and a sculptural object. Skin products always return to the same point as in the mathematical travelling salesman problem. They provide evidence of our body’s sisyphean work. We get rid of them with absolutely no regrets although they are witnesses of everyday moments, sponges of emotions and experiences.
For nine months I was wandering with zipper bags in my wallet. In the bags I stored a collection of eyelashes, which often fell out in the most unexpected circumstances. I was also carefully collecting nail clippings,which I would later use in my mini sculptures. During all this time blonde square measuring 1 per 1 centimeter dyed on theupper most section of my brown hair slide downwards according to my hair’s natural growth. In every passing second, minute, hour, day, week, month.
The skin products always return to the same point as in the traveling salesman problem in mathematics. Maybe if we collected all the nails that we throw within our life and then if we tried again to glue them in a kind of continuation string that would create the type of facility that would connect, for example, the roof of our house with the moon? Or maybe it could reach even higher? If so, what a wasted creative potential our body veils! This potential seems to be known for generations and the language is a monument of magical dimensions of physicality. Because how else would originated the habit of guessing on which cheek one of our eyelashes has just fallen or a belief of hair growth even after death?
“Creations”
“Creations”
“Creations”
“Creations”
