“We subject everything around us to all kinds of measurements. Everything can be measured, quantified, and numbered. Units of measurement shape our perception of space and time and, therefore, our experiences. The passing of hours, days, seasons, years, the speed at which we travel, the steps we take every day, the calories we consume and burn, the meters and kilometers we cover... Everything is organized and numbered so that we can share our experiences and even identify ourselves as individuals. Nationality, age, sex, height, weight, identification number... Everything is perfectly clear, defined, and organized. Without all that, we simply wouldn't exist, because that's what defines us. And besides, how could we have experiences that we couldn't name or define and therefore share? Those experiences simply wouldn't exist.
I often find myself counting meaningless things: steps, strokes in the pool, stairs, or simply lapses of time. It's as if I have an unconscious need to organize my environment, to number it. Counting is one of the first things we learn, and it is closely linked to speech and language.
In these latest works, I have been reflecting on all this and wondering if it might be possible to find other ways of measuring things, a way that takes individual experiences more into account, a more organic and, ultimately, more emotional way. A measure of time that is not governed by the movements of the planets, but by our own internal movements. The beating of the heart, the movements of the breath, the flow of blood... A measure of space linked to our emotional memory: the steps that separate us from what we love or long for, but also from what we want to leave behind.
All of this, in one way or another, is present in these works, which are definable, nameable, and measurable, because otherwise they would not exist. Well, among all these perfectly explainable and quantifiable things—30 heads, 12 skeletons, 350 hours, 275 cm, 23 kg—there are small fissures, tiny cracks that are barely perceptible, but which communicate with infinite abysses, with black holes, with the most absolute void. And it is precisely through these micro-fissures that everything uncountable, unnameable, innumerable, immeasurable, inexplicable, and unspeakable seeps through.
With these latest works, I have become fully aware that it is precisely these very fine lines that make it meaningful for me to continue measuring life”.
