My current artistic practice is hesitantly diluting the following components: Hardworking, Visibility, Servitude, Puns, Female bodies, Impossibilities, Uselessness, Serious infantilism, Provocation, Duty, Choices, Routine, Gathering. The components vary quite deliberately.
Actually I give massages to statues in public spaces. This rather microscopic gesture invites me to discover patterns of my reactions to sensible forces, my ability to find beauty or just fucking do something. I tend to place it in a yet undefined flow of activities, gravitating around the female body at work, let's say. Primarily it's about my body. But it is very much about my mother's body and most of the female socialized ones.