Before the flowers had names, 2022
A delicate hand coils itself up, cautiously, from the bottom of the image towards the heart of the action, the pinky finger gracefully raised to the side. It penetrates a storm of references and activates a chronology in which the mental and physical space between 6pm and 12am gets out of sync. The hands of the clock dance frantically across eyes, ears, and mouths, overwriting past events and blurring future ones. Nele, no, no! Enclosed in the topos of refusal, the negation implies a pause, a standstill. It is able to stop time and then restart it.