The inability to abstract something as big as the loss of my father into a single static art installation.
I decide to go back and think about oral tradition as the very fist way of transmission, to tell that which leaks out of my understanding.
There’s a need in me to put into words my work of art, literally. Working with my mouth is also working with the core of meaning and discourse. However, how can I articulate grief? How can I modulate grief? There is a translation problem. There is a gap that can not be filled with words