1997 -The hangman’s game – Latex, iron, cement, marble dust
1997 – THE HANGED MAN GAME – latex, iron, cement, marble dust
So often the filter you use to read “the external” is easily perishable,
you lose borders, depth, distances…
like body skin
stretched on defensive shields
melt in the air of a breath
in the wind and in the water
Woman’s feeling, circular. To be able to contain and to be contained.
time’s mouth makes you lose the eyes of feeling…
dries milk like sand
reduces your senses as those of a starving
a thirsty one…
Behind this will which is dragging us?!
A sharp and pointy sword, pushed with a precise hip movement
peels off a round belly on a protruding bellybutton…
A body is full of edges, there is no need to move
to get hurt
it is enough to be just a little closer…
Socks and children’s panties run through the blade to dry.
Nihilism makes it difficult to recognize myself,
makes it difficult to make itself recognizable:
Like a dress worn inside out
now I am hurting myself
and it doesn’t matter if outside there is someone pushing…
weapons always run first through ourselves.