Just beginning
On what sets you free when you're afraid to expose your work: promising to love yourself anyway, however it goes. Because I will love myself always.
Two angles, decided well.
A chair that looks rigid until you sit in it, and what two well decided angles reveal about the difference between a piece you tolerate and one you want to stay in. This chair takes me back to primary school.
Oggetti non oggetti
A stool made of recycled cartons, and the ordinary objects that become extraordinary because you recognise yourself in them. A stool, and what I see around it.