I often wonder: can artworks be worn? When is it time to be stitched? When do they age and break? What happens to the rest of the works? With the rest of the materials used in their creation? What about the leftovers from the garden? With all the tiny bits – results of our consumerist world?

Starting from George Perec’s “Things” and as if owning Hanta’s press from “A too noisy loneliness”, I carefully sort, admire and mourn the fate of the remains, let them accumulate in piles up to the ceiling and bring them to my house. I currently own hundreds of kilograms of plastic and various other synthetic materials, whose structures, colors, textures and durability fascinate me. I seek a RECONCILIATION between all these and the natural materials, with the thought of overcoming the violence-healing cycle of human experiences and practices, looking up to the register of the poetic activity of inanimate objects.