Once, I do not remember exactly when, I forced everything to stop around me and I myself stood still to listen the inertia.For the first time there, I felt the immobility an indefinite mechanical beat kicking on my chest rtythmically.The music was so familiar to me that for a moment I wondered why I had not noticed it so far as it had always been there and as soon as I was ready to part with it, everything suddenly started again and another pulse started beating inside me.
Every day I lived with the expectation of another music, sweeter and more familiar just to give me the chance to recall the music passed. As long as time goes on and I am recycled in routine, the rhythm of habit will be getting stronger and stronger and I myself, like a spineless product, will be moving behind my routine.I wake up and I see the Time sitting in front of me smiling at me.Inside the deafening noise of my music, I can hear the Time saying ''If I had a voice, I would like to stop speaking...However has anyone ever kept silent just to listen to ...repetition?''
View of the presentation, 2013
In this work the theards and yarns with the help of pin create a colour pattern.Dominate three basic characteristics repetition, alteration and rhythm.Over this surface giving the impression of a machine of weaving (tapestry).These motifs function as the link between and create a geometrical theme.