Flowers of mold [work in progress]

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This is a project based on natural materials and slow intervention over long periods of time. It is constructed as an emotional translation of nature in human therms through nature herself, since the world we live in is one we modeled over the preexisting one. Somehow, we relate to nature in a similar way to how we relate to ourselves, as a semi-passive/semi-foreign entity, that we easily detach from when the context requires a more compact attention; but to whom we irretrievably return once the unidirectional concentration rarefies. We return, as if we would draw a curtain to hide from foreign eyes - we act freely, but without the necessity of a visible gesture to prove the inner feeling, as if the scenery outside is doubled on the inside - only, in stead of leaves, we have fragments of the perceptions of the moment lived. On the other hand, feelings also seem to turn yellow, become moldy; they deposit in a dense layer of dust or, they bloom, as time passes.