body textile interaction

Being surrounded by the salty-blue water. It is reflecting the movement of my body within its powerful flow. Every move of my hands forms a new wave, one after another. The sea, a live being, a manifest of the life and the transience of our existence. The feeling of being bordered by an uncertain and strong force yet, being part of it at the same time. I am influencing this mass with every move I make, and it floats me back with every wave. We flow into one another and in this very moment when we are one; forming a world in, and around our heads. A world we create together. The world which only exists while I am in it, and it disappears once I am out.

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Everything exists only as long as we play in a common plot, the sea with its transience, which reflects every movement and at the same time "overwrites" it again, serves as a perfect metaphor for our textile as a storage medium and the power it produces in our heads. 

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Materials

Photo series of old sheets on a female body.​