I feel like the tip of a marten hair brush in a strong fifist, exposed to the wind that comes through the window. I would never break, or maybe only if I were dipped in paint and not washed, if it had dried on me, but I feel every puff of air, no matter how small, like an earthquake and sometimes I put my hair forward, sometimes backwards. In the back of this classroom there is a narrow but oppressive scent of dry berries, fruits still dried up on the bush, I can also taste the triangular, velvety leaves, and the thorny branches through which sugar is still flowing. In reality, my skin is a scratch with all kinds of fabric hanging from it, woe betide we encounter more scratch! (2019)
I heard microscopic sound of skins almost touching, exciting the affarent nerves already, smacking suddenly, excoriating and slowly moving back to nudity, vulnerably exposed to the cold again. “Scratch” as an anglicism is the colloquial word for velcro fastener in french, This installation is made from scratch. Scratch is an industry standard product that uses a simple mechanism deriving from a plant (Arctium, commonly known as burdock). Common use: sneakers, rain jackets, backpacks, fuse boxes, nose scratchers in astronaut suits. I transfer this to the idea of interlocked skins on a Space Station, touching moments in everyday life, lasting longer as you would like. Every hug needs the strength to be able to get out of it again After every handshake the hands sticking together need to find their way back to the bodies they belonged to. At the same time the system explores relationships as liabilities, social phlegm and idleness related to the temporality of consciousness and also awareness. Is it an ethical implication to uncover ourselfs, detach and unlearn in order to achieve freedom?