Love declined in square meters.

Have you ever come home and found cardboard on the floor, bags of rubble leaning against the wall and your studio inaccessible? It's happening to me now. Work in progress in my apartment. The studio, the place where everything happens, as a friend once told me, is closed off from me. The magic is broken, the intruder has contaminated. I thought that what I have to say it's inside me, it certainly doesn't belong to the brick shell that temporarily contains me. Obviously I'm wrong. It's always a question of an energy and a container that reflects it, a body and a soul that breathe together. A whirlwind of echoes to break the pressure on the surfaces and bring everything to a boil. And even if it were madness taking place within the four walls of that room, I wouldn't give up a single inch.

Giulia Mouse

Crazy

digital art, 2019