PAPiers Poèmes
If a material as cheap and insignificant as cigarette paper becomes, when I work with it, a sacred material, it is a metaphor for our condition as humans. We are all so insignificant in the vast scale of the universe, and yet we all carry a share of divinity hidden within us. It is not easy to find meaning in our lives. What is more, my chosen materials are a metaphor for life, for the fleeing present moment that heralds an imminent end - was time not made to disappear, to be consumed?
