Years ago in a small second-hand shop a black dress made of velvet caught my attention. Its seams revealed that it was handmade. I tried it on and it filled me perfectly.
To whom this dress was made for?
What was the story of her life?
For me, a piece of clothing represents, above all its former wearer. Someone was present while ago. However, the person who wore it, is now gone.
The faded colours and tears in the fabric show the signs of the time passed. When freezing the garment I create a sculptural space, which reminds me of its former user.
What is remarkable enough to be remembered?
How would The Encyclopedia of The Forgotten look like?
In this "Imaginary Meeting", I seek the personality, the sense of individual. The distinction between absence and presence is subtle.