Nobody's perfectNobody's perfect
This work was also one of the four pieces which I had to develop and submit during the second part of the entrance examination of the “Muthesius Art School”. The theme had something to do with perfection, the technique was clay. The idea of a face pack was easy to have. Then it is a strange paradox to think about: become ugly to embellish. Especially when the things, which have to embellish us, are on their own not really attractive and that no one would appreciate to be surprised in the middle of their “beauty treatment”. I have also exaggerated, totally broken the thought of perfection likewise with the thoughts of intimacy and public. The face covered in a thick coat of green clay, which wasn’t attractive at all, I went outdoors and roamed the streets for fifteen maybe twenty minutes, with background music in my ears to help me to forget about the people outdoors and to shut myself off from the rest of the world. A way to say: I am who I am, perfect or not, with a mask to show you that I don’t wear another, this mask which always tries to cover our real feelings; I don’t want to become as you are and to hide who I am or which are the sleeping thoughts in me. I’m in my own world, my inner world, so my personality and so I don’t care what other people think, people which are “outdoors” and don’t know a single thing of what, who, where, why I am who I am and do what I do.