Ladies of the Round Table

2004-05

“Where are my eyes, where my legs - bodies like a puzzle, made from pieces, from rags and from found things- unknown faces, from time long ago. What has happened to her? Is she still alive? Time forms the body and the spirit.

New women are born from old women. New possibilities from found things. Heads, legs and arms mixed together

Elevated to a new nobility. The ladies of the Round Table. Goddesses or maids ? This is the question.

Silvia Walz 2004