A random and at the same time non-linear journey I have to do in order to see myself with a certain perspective.

I recognize myself in the act of cutting, scratching, staining, drilling, hooking, folding, bending, wrinkling, tearing… component, destroying and rebuilding ... making, unmaking, redoing without an overly defined purpose, always, however, from of a subjective impulse and not at all easy to be reasoned with the word.

Weaving and unwinding at the touch.