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.

Notice how I reversed the fabric that I used to cover and build the inside of the wig. The medium supports the concept: inside vs outside.

Louis 17th looking like curly strands of hair create the wig-effect of this piece, unique in its kind.