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“Emptiness is the only volume that can be
experienced.”
The limit of a space has the shape of its boundaries. I start by exploring the gaps
inside and on the human body. The hollow places that inhabit inside of us, and those
hollow places where
we inhabit. These places are physical spaces but sometimes they turn into
emotions, they turn into feelings.
My search is about those places.
I intend that somehow these hollow places can be
filled, and be accompanied. I look for emptiness and hollowness in myself, in
my body so that somehow I can fill those gaps, embrace them.
Having them filled with clay I manage to make
them tangible. I achieve to see them in their exact magnitude and pure form,
which were so far intangibles.
I examine them in every angle and position. I wear
them, I feel them, I love them, I hate them, and sometimes they hurt. I want to
talk about myself through the absence, through that senseless clay mass that it
has become.
There are many kinds of emptiness. The ones that
can be seen, others that can only be felt, some that can be thought about. Now
I can discover those that can be materialized. I can finally place an eye on
them, play with them and transform them. I can tear them off. I can question them and then leave them
in their place. But where is their place? Does emptiness have a place? Emptiness
is a place itself. It is a place where there is nothing; it is an empty place.