“When people migrate, they take their seeds and songs”
'All I know is that I’ve been piling words, objects, memories, colours, smells, hopes, beliefs, certainties… All inside suitcases invisible from others. Always brought these things with me in every city I’ve moved to, and every time I’ve been called “the stranger”. I knew I was just invisible.'
This is an installation of very small paper suitcases full of wooden crafted objects.
Everything is made entirely from scratches.
All the suitcases contain thoughts and objects that remind of my past memories, and hopes for the future.
