when ur ghosts become spirits, they’ll whisper kindly to u is a constellation of memories from a domestic space. They are situated between direct materiality and metaphor. Forms inhabited by voices that whisper, mislead and seduce, these objects are deceitful storytellers. The essential mechanism of a trap is the promised reward that looms on the horizon, perhaps a forbidden fruit in exchange for a transgression, an uninvited thought that can be traded for a sin.
The sculptures are closed cyclical forms, tales with unknown protagonists. I panni sporchi si lavano in casa (Dirty laundry is washed at home). Their surreal and speculative architecture echoes an idea of domestic, which is meant here as enclosed space, an architecture of the introspection. The memories carried by the installation are being inhabited by the organic, flooded by the marine, and haunted by demonic presences - all of which transform them into whispering spirits with a soul of their own.
