Livella
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
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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.