Anonymous Persona

In a white rectangular room with a crimson square window sits a naked rigid woman in a chair. She holds a remote control in her right outstretched hand. Vertical frame.

In front of her a table just as rigid, with hard corners like her. The woman is wearing a paper bag on her head. It is anonymous, without identity. Opposite it on a piece of furniture there is a TV lit in blue. Is she trying to change the TV channel or is it a symbolic move to take her life in her own hands? To reveal her identity, to secure her self-evident right to exist in an inhospitable hostile environment?

Was she for years a spectator of a life that participated passively as a viewer?

Existential Judgment

Vertical frame. An old gold frame in the Baroque-Rococo style hangs perpendicular to a green wall. Inside, hung a blue tie with blue stripes, a remnant of patriarchy. Underneath a heel crimson stereotype of femininity almost imperative to declare your gender. A shoe or a woman according to patriarchal stereotypes is always below. In front of the wall a two-seater blue sofa with gold patterns. A woman half-turned on the couch, with her head violently cut off from the shot, and her sex hidden by a red cloth, struggles to find her balance.