An object | 2017
No male on the earth is worthy of your heart
In childhood, my aunt taught me to embroider with smoothness, passing in the process of concentrated embroidery, the secrets of survival in the neurotic closure of the binary opposition of the male and female world.
Thirty years later the program sews fifty-seven thousand stitches smoothly for three and a half hours with my complete non-participation.
The aunt’s advice is closed in a wreath from non-existent plants, the surface is complaisantand almost flawless. I’m learning not to put every man in the position of the master, assuming that the discourse of the master is created by a hysterical woman.