Invisible

Mask, virtual exhibition, Galeria Alice Floriano, Porto Alegre, 2020

acetate sheet

Feeling invisible.

Looking for myself beneath this everyday mask. Protecting us from each other? Or protecting me from the outside world? It’s always there, even if we don’t see it, changing with light, with movements, with moods. Maybe I’m invisible if I can’t see you. Maybe I can’t reach you out if you don’t see me, but distance is always the best defense.

Playing with concepts of Mask in a time when its use is necessary for health reasons.

In times of limited access to the workshop there is always the most simple resources we can turn to in order to create: our hands, an almost invisible layer, a never-ending source of inspiration - like geometry.

Remembering a child’s game, when folding a paper sheet in half and cutting shapes with a scissors would reproduce a symmetric composition, that , far from being predictable, would marvel us for its surprising result.

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