your skin in my wardrobe

 

Your skin in my wardrobe consists of five books on five chairs that evoke a world of nostalgia, clusters of fragmented memory. They are constructed like memory, so they do not follow a chronological order, but create a field of identity and otherness that suggests a narrative. They act like poems that speak to each other.

The labor of hand-sewing each letter makes the books objects of desire. They are strenuous and intimate, like medieval books of hours. The viewer holds them and pages through them, drawing attention to their vulnerability, and to vulnerability in general.