Spin a ball of yarn
It all started with a ball of yarn of a undisturbed childhood spontaneity.The forgotten experience of playing now being repressed in the collective unconscious, condemned by the rat race, was eventually left deserted.
It is approach now emerges as a need to reformat our cyclical conception of life and acknowledge the constant loop that dominates us in a world of meanigless repetition.Confusing memories are forcing us to fill in the gaps, find the point where everything became a copy af another copy.
The game stands before me in a still state, a reminder of a desolated childhood.Muted, awaits the challenge, ready to demolish the barries of adulthood and embrace us in a familiar comfort a melancholic reminiscent of maternal affection.
Everything stand still...