queijo com goiabada, Violet, Anvers, Belgique, 2024

it — 2024

ti — 2024
sacs à légumes, transfert d’impression jet d’encre sur colle blanche,

vernis acrylique anti-uv

61x41cm

it — 2024
sacs à légumes, transfert d’impression jet d’encre sur colle blanche,

vernis acrylique anti-uv

61x41cm

it — 2024
sacs à légumes, transfert d’impression jet d’encre sur colle blanche,

vernis acrylique anti-uv

61x41cm

easy trap — 2024
piège à guêpes, feuilles d’emballages de chocolat en aluminium,

solution de colle blanche et de talc

14x14x44cm

visão do amor — 2024
livre, solution de colle blanche et de talc, marc de café

13x19x15cm

with Clarice — 2024
emballage de melons, écorces d’orange,

solution de colle blanche et de talc, marc de café, coupes de glace

58x38x20cm

with Clarice — 2024
emballage de melons, écorces d’orange,

solution de colle blanche et de talc, marc de café, coupes de glace

58x38x20cm

bzzzz — 2024
pages d’un livre de recettes,

transfert de dessins sur colle blanche, vernis acrylique anti-uv

20x20cm

bzzzz — 2024
pages d’un livre de recettes,

transfert de dessins sur colle blanche, vernis acrylique anti-uv

20x20cm

insomniacs (blink) — 2024
feuille d’emballage de chocolat en aluminium,

transfert d’impression jet d’encre sur colle blanche

7.5x9cm

appetizer — 2024
étoiles en plastique, mélangeur à cocktail,

solution de colle blanche et de talc, 18x9x9cm

dixie — 2021 > ...

chien en terre cuite trouvé,

solution de colle blanche et poudre de talc

50x36x27cm

I’m leaving.

I can’t stop thinking about you, now, right now. I think of you again, now, right now. I want to stay here, in the present, thinking of you again, now, right now. Be there in the instante-já, start again, start again, start again, start again, start again...

I eat your contents, but it’s your container that intrigues me. I hold you, you hold me. I find it hard to throw away your leftovers. Because what’s left of you is what I touch first. Your acidic color, your envelope, it’s the first thing I see of you. Your contents dilute in mine, we mix, we transform, we become other, we want to be other, to be thing. I don’t know. Maybe we blend too quickly. Your sweet-and-sour taste and biting jaw confuse me. But that’s okay, I like this state of becoming, where everything is becoming, where everything can become everything. I don’t know.

Eat with your eyes, see with your mouth. My fingers intertwine in you like knots impossible to undo. My skin becomes translucent, slimy, melting into your surface, my surface, our surface. We become fluid, liquid solid, melting ice, solid liquid, we improvise, we consume each other. We’re undead, mummified to life in the making, we’re silence, vapor, we’re it.

We’re back.

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