You're one year and 10 months. With one hand you grab the metal bar of the cot and with the other you hold a pencil. You have so many stories to tell and don't know the words yet. But you have a pencil and a wall. Now you know better than ever who you are and what is your meaning.
You live at the 8th floor in a block of flats and play in a balcony that looks like an orchard. Every day you discover leaves, birds and insects and you create worlds.
The box is a reclusive urban territory.
Seeking a place for phrasing their identity, the child is drawing on walls just like plants are growing from pavement cracks.
The inner greenhouse is a safe territory, a shelter where you can breathe at ease, like a maternal womb or a matrix (an archaic meaning for the uterus, the matrix is the origin of life).
The top of the box hides a tiny journal, bound in skin, with sketches from my peregrinations through the greenhouses in Bucharest, Cluj-Napoca, Vienna.
The project was developed in my second year at the University of Arts, as a representation of an emotional space. The object is a box with walls covered by scans of drawings from childhood, containing an inner greenhouse which is a shelter, a matrix of creative identity. The top of the box contains a tiny journal with sketches from my research peregrinations through greenhouses in Bucharest, Cluj-Napoca and Vienna.
The production of the box was a collaboration with Grapho_Mat design studio.
The inner greenhouse was displayed in the Human Marks exhibition, part of the Art Factory Festival.