I feel like I am addicted to shows and exhibiting. Like the only thing that motivates me is having to make something for a particular open call or exhibition. And when the exciting time of installing, meeting people, talking about the show is over, I feel drained and empty, like I have nothing left in me, like a deflated baloon, a shrivelled grape. There is an emptiness that seems really hard to describe, and a feeling that I don’t know if anything I made in recent months makes any sense. It is related to the fact of the work selling or not as well. And to two weeks absence in the studio and feeling lost and not knowing where to start. But the only thing that’s left is to start making something, anything, to fill that void.
