2024
‘(chose to)‘
salt
15×163 cm
GR2024
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The phrase “I forgive you” is written in salt, subtle enough to be easily overlooked. Visitors inevitably walk through it, disrupting the text. This disturbance is part of the process -whenever someone chooses to return to it, the words can be restored.
The salt was previously used to preserve meat, a process that might cook it very slow and absorbs the toxins, that would make the meat mold. So where do they go? They vanish? They’re still within the salt? Is it painful?
´Lebenslauf 2´
C-Print, 29×42 cm
GR2024
Leben(life)-s-Lauf(run), the German word for Ciriculum Vitae, is a work that emerged out of a series of self-portraits, in which I printed my CV on my body. Whenever I am asked to send my CV, I attached this piece as my usual CV.
Showing my CV in an exhibition makes me uncomfortable, this is why I blur the information.
How fading are the accomplishments?
At the end of the day, I take a shower and wash my sins away.
Day after day.
photo © Gabrielle Sevela
‘gezeichnet sein’
Performance
body, needle, ink, sea, salt, wind
“15
GR2024
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“gezeichnet sein“
in literal translation means ´being drawn´, this expression is used to articulate that someone is visibly drawn by life. When someone cannot hide their emotions, they are drawn into their face.
When I tattoo someone I am very aware of the intentions I put into it. They give me the trust, to draw them for life.
It is part of the series, where I tattoo one or many people in a surrounding to connect them with the time and the space.
Eternal lines on noneternal bodies
As I choose, I also let go. And I am channeling the sensation into the tattoo. The Tattoo is free from the urge to look a certain way.
photo © Gabrielle Sevela
´What has been given´
-an ongoing performance
“300
Marble, flour, yeast, water, salt, sugar
A marble stone with the inscription „ego“. A simple dough. Through the merging of care, warmness und rest-time, the dough becomes alive and grows.
The marble captures, not only thousands of years within, but the heat from the oven. And now also the bread. The ego leaves an imprint in the bread. It is shared, as it belongs.
