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When working with what has been accumulated, left over, left behind, I rethink these objects and reimagine each as a new first gesture, putting into play fragments of memory that formulate a fresh and unexpected vision.
In this pandemic, enclosed in my studio, I worked with the things around me: wooden letters I kept, which reminded me of Mira Schendel and Emmanuel Nassar; iron; copper plates of engravings; wax; pieces of wood; rubber and the remains of other materials,
