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.    
Detail of a Sequins made Letter
Detail of the inside
Detail of the Top
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