Attitudes take your place. They stand the way you do, upright, feet on the ground. They are not legs but the inside of a pair of trousers. The concrete has taken on the shape of pants and the pants the shape of concrete.
Stills used to be curtains. The openings they covered and the light they have been keeping out is held within the fabric. Like the seams on your jeans making marks on your skin after a long day.
The building is gone now. The folds, the lows and the highs are flattened, and left as highlight and blacks on the plane surface. Like a slowly processed photograph capturing its own shape as well as its surroundings.
The sculptures that recall heads had been chiseled from found and weathered sculptures until arriving at yet untouched layers of the material. they had lost ears and nose and are left completely bare, both pointing to the material and the person there once were.
The inside of Masks carefully follows the contours of the face. The thickness of the material presents different features on the outside. And when you take the mask off you are left with an empty container and a bare face.
Back Pack goes on your back. The content depends on the size of the bag and how much you can carry. The material has taken its shape from the immediate surroundings, from something leaning against it, pushing and pulling with the pressure of weight and of time.