NOVEMBER’S AUTOMATISMS

Ground fragments, tiles and stones to which I have added a large clock’s picture, a clock which belonged to my maternal grandfather, who was, during his childhood, neighbour in a house next to were my studio is located today. The relentless passage of time, the carelessness and oblivion. Through assemblies and texture unfolding, digital interventions and paper remnants which I have found. The absolute oblivion of those that once preceded us. An obsolete and dead time.