“I love in you the eruptive thirst of the volcano,
the longing of the deep night to encounter the day,
the desire of the generous spring to embrace the waterskins,
I want you to be a river of fire, whose current knows no depth.”
(Nazik al-Mala’ika)
In the volcano’s perpetual motion, in its enduring presence even when silent, I find a powerful analogy with the human condition: an infinite inner movement, at times calm, at times overwhelming, yet always generative.
I sought to capture the works within the frame of the eruption, or in the suspended moment preceding the explosion, or in the almost meditative breathing that follows the chaos. In that instant, the volcano becomes a metaphor for the body, for what is visible and for what remains concealed.
The works are created through layers of discarded materials, billboard paper, newspaper clippings, cardboard, acrylic paint, and monotypes on tissue paper, worn, scratched, and assembled into a material and corporeal whole. They form an investigation into time and the process of transformation that runs through every form of life.
