When you enter the room, you softly hear the voice of a woman who says: “I love me … I do not love me … I love me … I do not love me … .. . “. You see the image of a woman projected on a panel of wood that hangs freely in space. She picks petals from a flower until there is no residue. Meanwhile, the petals each gently swirl on the concrete floor, shown by a second projection.
This installation is a visualization of the perpetual dualistic struggle that counteracts inner confidence.