Eva Louisa TissenArt & Research Den Bosch
Still, I know, I remember, I feel
‘How terribly wonderful. An open wound through which I touch. I, you, us’.
My memories of a voluntary subtraction from the womb. A silence surrounding this subtraction – that is as much my own as it is society’s – comes together in abstract self-portraits and altered ready-mades.
Embodying my longing for vulnerability and its suppression, memories are seen places and moments.
A closet that is seen as a metaphor for society’s constraint in regards to vulnerability changes into a (re)conditioned furnishing. Places of hiding and moments of openness come to life: a drawer, a blue protected sculpture, pearly tears, confession drawings, a crippling ceramic carpet.
Moving in between disciplines there’s a constant search for intimacy and confrontation. To speak or not to speak.