I started this project with a suit made out of raw cotton. I then used chicken wire that I stitched onto the suit using embroidery thread. I then used raw and recycled paper that I weaved into the chicken wire to create this hybrid.

 

The suit resembles a straitjacket that the arms no longer can be attached, restrained and transforms into these structures that protect the wearer from the outside. At the same time as the suits protect the wearer by creating a shell, it also decides to not hide all of the delicate embroidery work that has been done on the suit, revealing parts of itself to the public.

 

The head masked by plaster cloth is used to repair broken bones, broken head, broken mind. We can see the performer’s eye through the crack of the mask, he can see us through the crack. The mask becoming a helmet, mushroom, conch-like, parasite. The hybrid is in a phase of healing.

 

By wearing its drawings that were made unconsciously, the wearer is wearing its ideas, the moving of ideas inside and outside of the artist. Becoming our thinking self. The wind affecting the ideas, making them move as the many thoughts inside our heads, trying to catch all of them, trying to tie them onto ourselves. The tree without its leaves as a sign of Winter of stasis is a rememberer, a witness of the passage of time, a wise character that knows that Spring is around the corner.