SCULPTURE
Æternal Death is an imaginary cemetery. It is a study of mourning — of self-mourning. Each day takes away a part of me that will never return, a process of dying which, over the years, I feel ever more viscerally and painfully. It’s with this loss that I construct who I continue to be, but paradoxically it is this same loss that gives me the feeling of not being. That one has made me unexist. The two are linked, and both are to be lived.
I made an egg out of nests from flies I found in the trees. Then I made two other nests for this egg-nest. The birth one is contained in the one that contains life when life is no longer life anymore. Our last nest. Our mother earth. The “terra madre”. I buried it all, life, death, in the same simultaneous movement, to show its precariousness and its ephemerality ; like these birds whose life can be so short that they have a simultaneous awareness of all temporality. Thus they experience all time of their existence in one instant. And when one of these birds meets the love of his life, he becomes both happy and sad; happy because he loves and is loved, and sad because he knows that it is already over.
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