Mother and Man...
Stone, Iron
Natural elements both yield in our will. We have used the stone to build and the iron to prevail, even upon our own world mother. But with what cost?
We learned fast to take but slowly to give and forgot to respect what offer us life. Day in day out we chip away pieces we made ourselves believe we depend on, while building a life more complex and complicated.
Now more than ever the knowledge of the delicate balance between nature and our life has been highlighted and re-established worldwide.
The experience of confinement, anxiety and fear of a phenomenon we have no control over at the moment, should act as a catalyst in redefining our dependence on nature and the necessary respect for it.
This work represents us and our relationship with mother earth.
…Tell me where you were born and I will tell you your future…
Resin, silicone, thread and paper
Within the current events of conflict and violence, for some children, their future is defined; from the fundamental question of life or death to the complications and potential issues that these children will face during their lives, given they survive the journey to safety. In the last decade there has been an increase of scientific research on immigration, trauma and metal health, which highlights that symptoms of anxiety, depression and more advanced mental conditions can affect children from a very young age, who experience any form of hardship and might not only manifest during the period of their physical immigration but develop and affect their behaviour further in life.
This sculptural work aims to highlight the detrimental effect the environment and complex family situations have on children’s well-being, and specifically focus on socio-political states of affairs and geographical locations that still determine the future of a child, whilst globalisation and international exchange is at the core of countries economies and development.
Chess
clay
a pawn amongst countless expendable others, yet with the ability to think and feel.
an incapability to break free, to move towards the other direction.
This work aims to evoke the feelings of being trapped in our own body and by choice choose to eavesdrop the time passing, motionless and stiff like a piece of a chess.
The oil price gone up...
fabric, thread, clay, wood, glass, ink, soap, pigment, feather, remembrance poppies
Commenting on the oils wars the poppy, a symbol of the victims of war in the UK, becomes an offering covered with oil along with a white feather, symbol of peace, which has the same fate.
Thread is denoting human lives and the human sacrifice when everything gains a price value in the race for power domination over oil reserves.
Defeated by the humdrum
thread, fabric, old converse and fetus coffins
This is a memorial to unfulfilled dreams.