Don’t fuck with my porcelain

In Barcelona I rented a furnished room in a flat that belonged to an elderly woman. In spite of the fact that she did not live there, I wasn’t allowed modifying anything regarding the interior of the house. One of the things that drew my attention, were the cupboards with dinnerware. A collection of common cups and saucers exposed as if they were a collection of art although their presentation was lacking any sense of creativity. The cups are always on their appropriate plates with the can of milk standing next to it.

As a silent protest, I used these cups and saucers to construct temporary sculptures. A few days later, while taking a stroll in the surroundings of the apartment, I discovered these two trees growing towards the light of a lamppost. These trees show the same fragility as the porcelain imitation of trees I made. Both images are on the edge of collapsing.

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