The Death of Glen, 2019
double box bed, latex, red sand inside with objects and paintings in acrylic on glass, 1,90cm X 50cm
The first desire was to create a bed that breathes. A bed with memory of the scenes he witnessed. For months I researched the murders that ended up in beds, real and fictional. And I fantasized about the idea of traumatized beds. She would be a non-bed after becoming a deathbed, witnessing scenes of violence. She would have inner life, past and fixations. She swallows her body and spits out her blood like a Freddy Krueger dream. I think of the deaths of Ted Bundy with irons running through the women's bodies on the bed. An unhealthy attempt at sexual intercourse mixed with the idea of "fixing it". An iron and a woman becoming a new kind of being. As in the metamorphosis of the film The Fly. Only women and iron. The iron woman rests in this bed that breathes and relives its fixations of violence. Now "lying down" gains height and a new depth in front of the bed, the object of memories, transmuted in relation to my research on the innumerable crimes-bedridden to the aspect of inevitable uselessness reassigned to the life of the object, after becoming a bed of violence, horror and death.
Work exposed once in the exhibition The Most Ugly Girl in the Class, at studio 397 in November 2019
