Performance, multiple days and times.
January - June 2016
Thread (cotton, polyester)
Collection of 125
I am time. Actually, We all are.
We believe we are matter. Bones and muscles, skin and hair.
We also believe and feel we are immaterial: thoughts, feelings and emotions.
Yet, above all, we are a bunch of matter wrapped around seconds, minutes, hours. Precious or unpreciously. Like these Time Balls. Like these Time Balls, more or less big, soft, light.
We are time. We trade time for time. Moment for moment.
We own time. We gift time. We dream time and we waste time. We dress with our time, even with our lack of it, or so we say, even though time is always available to us, each and every moment.
And so I decided to transform my time this year, my traveling time, it into a set of textile balls. There will be no other like them. Because they represent my time. My trips, my not doing anything else and my not being anywhere or with anybody else. Their form might look like anything else, remind of something familiar. And in fact it is, it is so familiar because you always wear your own balls, Time Balls.
The balls, even though time-specific, are neither accurate nor measuring time. They are the witnesses and holders of those unofficial adventures. Those that never made it to the cover of my life memories.