While the world goes on, it destroys and recreates itself, in constant crisis and mess, i am left wondering , what does it even mean to be an artist, why would it even matter, why would people even care. Useless almost like a dancing doll, dancing in the middle of Caos. While the world goes on and everything vanishes bit by bit, i am left dancing, but dancing for who?

The Doll is made out of brass that is either polished or oxidized, the background is in plaster, like a stone, like a wall, with the records of time etched into it.

45 x 70 x 3 cm.
Plaster, brass, oxidations, paint and coffee, 2025.