The final object is the impalpable excuse. It is what happen during the process, the fluid multiplicity of thoughts completely forgotten ... is a process of forgetting and remembering at the same time and the object is, in its presence, a mean of digging the expansiveness of the moment or a way to fall apart in it.
I love the impermanent quality of glass, powerful fragility and constant renewal. Its uncompromising transparency which hides nothing while reflecting, as a way to remember that is not about itself, but about what is present when observed.
Working with new filters on glass and drawing, drawing, drawing...
Ideas coming while walking or sleeping...who had the ideas or the call to do the artwork?
Doing and cataloging. Going through files. Remembering. Mylar over Mylar. Pencil. Layers. Overlapping. Ovals
No different from the new cut outs transparencies.