When she went to bed in the unknown, the Tempelhof Hangar in Berlin didn’t show her any stars.
Before falling asleep, she saw day after day the same brown and green shape on the ceiling, a lying "K" as if wanted to say: Kacke.
There are also no stars anymore to see in the blue that one day represented the dream of Europe.
The bright blue, reflective, is now the blue battered to drag the weight and the stars mixed to form a new golden flag that gives warmth.
Golden flags fluttering in the air in the demo-parties surrounded by soap bubbles that fly freely in the sky while the sea drags the other side of the truth to the deepest.
Europe.
In Rome, the ruins of what was an Empire are now stones that reveal sculpted forms of disappeared columns. Someone tried to create a form.
These old columns were never rebuilt.
No new and different columns could be built from the ruins of Europe.
Some people though the balance would be impossible.
In Berlin the ruins of the party formed a carpet of spray and confetti on the ground.
At night the nylon looked like silk and the plastic looked like marble.
However there were never silk and marble in this times.
The posters announcing parties disappeared over time, but you can still see the coloured plastics on the fences holding any message.
The fences are still everywhere.
The party continued in the middle of the decadence.
The balance, thoughts about Europe 2018
Installation: Drawing mixed media on paper 150x165cm, Ceramic sculpture on fabrik and heat emergency blanquet
15 Mostra Naturgy. MAC, Museum for contemporary art, La Coruña, Spain, 2018
