grandmother’s handcrafted doily, installation
We are born as integral links in an existing chain, each intricately dependent on its predecessors and successors. The bond is formidable, and the prospect of rupture seems nearly insurmountable. Links are added gradually, allowing the latest one to be immersed in the vastness of time, with one hand reaching into the unknown and the other tightly bound to the link behind.
In this delicate balance, a relentless quest unfolds—an exploration of roots, ancestries, memories, and experiences. Simultaneously, there’s a fervent search for personal aspirations, values, and, fundamentally, the individual’s ultimate destination. This journey is marked by intense moments of acceptance and rejection, creating a conflict that unfolds like a complex narrative.
As the desire for escape grows, so does the anticipation of return, heightening this internal struggle to a “warlike” state that teeters on the brink of reconciliation or demolition. The individual’s free hand, reaching out furiously, seeks to grasp something tangible—a determinant of its own existence within the intricate tapestry of generations.