Newspaper(s)

Ever since I was a kid I have always collected words found in newspapers. They could come from headlines, from random and ordinary sentences, from little advertisements located in bottom corners. They shouted at me, enlightened by my eyes that could only see these lucid words surrounded by millions of black dots.

I use to stick them in diverse places of my room that will be home for them; in half hidden places so my parents would see them. They became secret voices, individual images that were assembled, fragmented, diluted in my iris.

When my parents decided to move to a new tinny flat in the suburbs I had to get rid of all my pieces, my puzzled diary, my feelings from few months. I got angry with my parents who did not want me to take them. I enter my new naked room and started my adolescence forgetting my old fellows.

Now for 30 minutes I have felt the same excitement, the same obsession by observing peoples attitudes while searching throw paper pages words that could symbolise their moods. As I did years ago, now it was their turn to glue the words in any part of their bodies that-under their criteria- would have a meaning. Because our body is in fact our nomad room, our changing house.

"war at tolerance"


"now"


"50% discount"


" the sound of silence"


"hope"