My Process

There is a relationship with paper that runs in my family. My mother comes from a The smell of paper. The gesture of keeping cards, notebooks or wrapping paper and make something else with it still pervades in my work. I think about recycling, but mothinking about recycling but also preserving not letting it go.

And yet a landscape is formed. A world within a world.

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