Oil painting on canvas and white Perspex, video installation, projection, led light boxes, variable dimensions

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I lost one pregnancy, and another, another—I don't remember them all. Have I opened spaces to establish maternal relationships only to foreclose on them? Probably it seems to be a contradiction—but doesn’t any experience count for something? Because death is meaningless, it’s not an ending. And the spirit endures.

If "time is invention and nothing else" (H. Bergson), then everything is a psychological event, and internal and subjective psychological time is always measured by the relative emotional intensity of a given moment.

(Excerpt from Notebooks, 2020 — A. F.)