materials, size: wool, viscose, silk, tencile;
Where do you keep your secrets? How do they hold you? How do they unravel? How do they age?
A collection of hand knotted rugs in which each knot holds the weight of secrets – the guilt, the shame, the humor, the illusion of safety and the mystery they carry. The heaviness that a secret holds and the lightness that comes with its unburdening. A collec- tion that reflects on the fragility of human conscience and the power of the unsaid in shaping ecologies.
ECHOES
Silent
Exposed (nerves)
The experience of heightened pain, anxiety and tiredness felt when keeping an oppressive secret is captured in this piece by alluding to exposed nerves of a chipped tooth.
I want to lay (my head in soft grass)
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The desire to surrender one's self to the solace nature has to offer is captured in this piece. Vast landscapes become a canvas for introspection that echo the whispers of the soul.
Ma, I broke your trust (and your vase)
A piece that taps into infantile psyche, shame and guilt, the fear of disrepair and death.
A walk home (without gps)
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This piece captures the plight of a generation where technology and human senses are inseparable, every step guided and dictated by a device. The opposing feelings of relief and guilt felt when putting a cellular device down after a 6 hour stint, combined with a nauseating disorientation and helplessness without the same.
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The space in between (my gut and my heart)
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Where the heart goes, the brain follows, but the gut veers. The abyss between the gut and heart is for feelings to fall into and disappear when impulse precedes logic and rational thought against one's better judgment.
I woke up next to (my unfolded laundry)
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Existential heaviness that renders one incapable of completing basic tasks, leading to a pile up of clothes on your bed, tasks on your to-do list and internalized culpability for all the sin in the world.
The holes in (my silence)
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Silence whispers untold stories of minted desires. Silence, pockmarked with the weight of unexpressed words, holds secrets that only introspection can unveil. This piece invites an exploration into suppressed thoughts, concealed vulnerabilities and how they morph realities.
I forgot to (turn off the lights, now the world is on fire)
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A conversation about the inane hypocrisy in the nature of ecological discourse, where net output of micro measures taken by the individual accumulates more guilt than positive impact.