In my practice I play with my life as a concept that moves between the inside and outside of the work, myself becoming the object of intimacy for the viewer. I wonder, do we exist on our own, or through the construction in the eyes of the other? Most times I find a sense of urgency to endeavor with an invisible character. There seems to be someone who hides in the work but can’t be seen. It is addressed to a someone, and it acts as a protagonist.
Although there is a necessity to talk about human decadence because there is no purpose in talking about happiness, I sometimes get lost among the eyes who watch me and everything that is too serious overwhelms me. So, I remind myself that freedom and play are an essential attitude for making.