2024
When we are born, we pass through a portal, a gate if you will. That gate would mostly determine the material conditions of your life. In times of rising inequality some pillars have to carry even more weight than before and makes me wonder... maybe the only time we become equal again is when passing away on a dying earth.
Left: clay molds.
Centre Right: Suffering faces, made with textile hardener, textile waste.
Right: Textile manipulation with a heat gun
Edited version of classic funeral prayer, focussing on the destruction of life on earth, rather than life in heaven.
