There exists a long history in art of depicting pain and suffering as devils in the flesh – Goya, Blake, Bosch etc. These images are simply my version of that metaphor.
To Loneliness, the reef, a star
To anything that has come to earn
The blank white canvas of our care.
– Stephane Mallarmé
“Thus my body builds around it room after room” – Proust
“This is the story of a woman who invents her freedom by creating an imaginary architecture made of light, scraps of memory, hopes and dreams – a permeable architecture where nothing is confined.
It is dedicated to Juana la Loca, the supposed ‘mad’ queen of Spain in the 16th century who for political motives was imprisoned for 46 years by her father, husband, and son in an architecture of darkness and stone in which she died broken and alone.” – Josephine Sacabo