Nobody’s dream

The series of sections of trunks where you can read proclamations of climate demonstrations makes nature itself somehow generate the protest. Formalized in sections of trees that originally had a different function, here they are recycled into sculptural objects. The trees grow from the inside out and each year another layer of wood is generated, a ring. The trunk is, in a way, a silent witness, a sort of map of memory that tells us what has happened in a specific time. These pieces present a text that is perhaps more telluric than direct. A section of a tree that more than dendrochronology is archeology of the present. Here message and the basic matter of our planet come together.