Every day, (every morning) I read the newspaper and I cut out a page. I take away the words, I hang it up as and it becomes as an ondulatig skeleton on the wall.
Empty of word, I hang it on the wall, undulating, the skeleton on the wall, one next to the other.
Every day, I draw hysterically with a ballpoint pen on paper, distressed faces that the articles suggest (gives) me.
On the top of the exhibition space I hang a line of rectangles made out of blue textiles, representing the sky, where I torn the weft and the warp to create volume.
Every day I print on a red flag a page of the daily newspaper I read, then I hang it up, one next to the other in a line out in the open. Slowly the weather delete (worn out) the ink, letting just lines of red flags.