In
my
country, Brazil, the issue of time is an odd one. It’s clear that we
live in a
sort of perpetual disconnect between the past and the future, in the
sense that
we assimilate little of what the present has to offer. The present
moment seems
to commit joyful suicide at every instant. And yet this euphoric feeling
of nowness, as if we did not in fact come from no place and were forever
headed nowhere, also exists side by side with the opposite feeling – that
things never
truly change and that we remain in the same absurdly unequal and unjust
place
as always. I believe that my work seeks to work with this in some form,
transferring this ambivalence with regard to time onto the evanescent,
unstable
presence of Matter. Perhaps that’s why I work with materials as fragile
as Vaseline, sand, lime, and powder – to test the now, bringing it to
the verge of
collapse.
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