A trash couch has a value in itself, because it absorbed the energy of those who enjoyed it. In other words, a trash sofa is a remain, something that got lost, yet keeps peering through the surface.
 My fascination for trashed couch covers comes from my childhood, as I was surrounded by ancient furniture and I learned how everything can be fixed, sewn together and reused. 
 Textile is a great medium because it can be done and undone, changed and reshaped, many times, during the process of creating a piece of art. Unlike ceramic, that is tragically and beautfully unforgiving.
  Made out of a trashed couch, my giant wig is uncertainly standing, like a prehistorical animal dealing with extinction. Standing on its curly strands, my wig is a monument to the innocent beauty of Shirley Temple, mixed to the momentousness of Marie Antoinette: pompous yet superfluous, in its obvious defeat.    
 This piece explores the painful relationship between what we show to the outside and how we feel inside. Often the two things don't match. Sequins hand sewn on the surface of this giant wig are expressing how one can really feel inside, in contrast with the pompousness of the social sharade.      
Detail of a Sequins made Letter
Detail of the inside
Detail of the Top
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