ABOUT THE WORK

A flying book, a cupcake and antidotes.

As I spend at least nine hours a day writing algorithmic codes, the flying book told me to read and apply its written words. They are not codes, but real texts that also look algorithmic. The book people introduced it to me. The overflow is also due to the narrowing of the spaces. Or maybe the content is just too big. At the moment, the spring woke the cherry trees from sleep to blossom outside. Their delicate pink petals swirling in the space between earth and sky following the music of the wind. I painted a spring of cherry blossoms fade behind a knotted white sheet. Its breath found my deepest secret: life and death is just the same thing. It is just a matter of what ingredients I put inside my lifetime, like cooking. I could, for example, make a cupcake out of the intertwining swirls. A place where all the 'I' become 'we' and it will shift slowly and discreetly toward a mutual bakery. The silence of the wind embracing cherry blossoms is like an antidote to keep my sister safe, even temporarily, in the emergency room where she works. She will be, to save others. The light of hortensia floats at dawn. It says: I am your mother...

The works seen here are:
Flying book
Antidote 1
Antidote 2
Cupcake