I have not stopped and looked at "things" since a long while ago. I stopped looking at the small, lovely, magical details that surround us. The apparent triviality of a rose. The kitsch of a sunset. The little wonders of life. Stopped voluntarily as I stopped reading fiction. That was years ago. Too much reality after, slowly I´m making this huge effort to stop, look and find some petit things that are wonderful just to look at. Fiction is also attractive somehow. I think that this looking and finding is somewhat fictions that I find on my daily life. So welcome all these little things. Back.

FONTAINEBLEAU inspiration

I realized some days ago that this painting has been in my mind since I can remember. My father had these very fine art books that I somehow browsed in frequently. One day I scratched the paintings according to my taste, crossing the plates out with a giant X if i disliked or a check mark if it pleased me. This painting was so ambiguous. Why is she holding the other's lady nipple? Somehow disturbing. A few weeks ago, I remembered this and decided that i will make a tableaux vivant with this image, re-creating it and video & photographing it. I think it belongs to the line of thought that my work deals with the alter ego and the notion of beauty in contemporary society.