Balloon therapy
They told me that when I was a kid, I loved balloon so much and it was one of the horrible caprices that I could make when I was a kid… My mom confirmed that more than once…
Living with my grandma since a bit more than 3 years’ old, without knowing where my mom is, I cried during an half year every night before sleep asking for my mom, and my grandpa, to calm me down always told me that she would buy me a balloon the next day if I stop crying and sleep well… apparently I forgot every next day and this trick went well for a while… I actually don’t have this part of memories, but they always tell me these stories.
Once grown up, I lost all my interest about balloon, I hate this sudden explosion possibility and I don’t know why kids like it (that’s probably where they started with the fact that I loved it so much when I was a kid). I’m probably afraid of a kind of uncertainty that the ballon makes me feel.
Doing pottery, one of reflections lays on the shapes, forms, curves…
The balloon is used to give a basic curve of the mud, the from this point, try to find more possibilities or uncertainties, basing on the curved shape.
This series of works, come as a kind of therapy for me, in the research of shape using the balloons, maybe recreate a connection with those bitter sweet memories of a young kid… all the imperfections to an imperfect perfection.
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Bye memories… good and bad ones. Let life goes on please…
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