The sky changes throughout the day. Clouds move along, sometimes quicker than others, the sun hides away, a storm comes, the rain, a rainbow, water floats in the air, a strong wind dries everything up and leaves a blue sky.
My porta-skies want to capture these different moments of light to turn them into wearable objects, useful amulets to cope with dark spaces, spaces with no windows through which see the sky. They are architectures of light; they are my micro-utopias.
Broken pieces that have been recomposed to form a new unit.
Rising planes and fragments that build three-dimensional structures recalling translucent icebergs as small magical mountains. The iceberg is a metaphor for the temporary resistance in a sea in movement.