On my walks in the Finnish forest, I collected small wooden sticks that called to me. When I picked them up, I poured my pain and sadness over them untill they transformed into bones. I stared at my collection of bones, dropped in a corner of my room, and started to see myself laying there, disordend, without soul. Slowly, I sewed them by hand onto a cloth, bone after bone, and saw them becoming something I recognized.
Finland 2024, 110x150cm, ink, embroidery, pastel,wood
