The flowers of the strawberry tree have fallen into a large mound under the tree – From that, I know the stingers have just eaten.
I collect a few of the flowers and try to put them back in the tree – there should just be tape or at least yarn to make it work. At the same time, the wasp sticks my finger and it swells into a solid ball.
The rays of the sun feel like a burning rubber on my face. All of nature has withered into a pile – including my own soul. At the same time, each place is decorated with the light and glitter of plastic rubbish – frosting the landscape.
I try to sew the flowers together and tune back that interesting tension which they holds inside. With a delicate needle I am operating the flowers together.
The collection consists of paintings and ceramic works, focuses on the interaction between human and nature.
