2015 Marseille
assemblage
25 X 25 X 25
A box lies on the ground. When you get closer, you can look inside it, and you can see better by getting down on your knees.
What is in the box? A need to recognise ourselves so as to be recognised? The search for a basic trait that sets us apart? The origin of a face? Intimacy with a look? Being made fun of?
Artefatto - It's me
