Giving value to an everyday object like a cleaning towel by manually stitching a hundred of them together, just to have someone erasing the stitches on purpose.
Looking for a meaning, connecting thoughts by embroidering little poems and sentences onto the towels, trying to very subtly hint what it’s all about.
Trying to make a connection with the beauty industry, where insecurities can be fixed quickly,
until the point where there is nothing left of the original beauty.
It’s a thin line, it’s easily crossed and time is irrelevant to determine value.
Asking these questions and looking for their answers is a process of confrontation in which layer by layer, the fixed ideas of beauty constructed over the years slowly dissolve.
We take layer after layer
Until nothing is left,
As a way to make the used unseen.
Hiding while no one is seeking.
Hiding from all that is real.
