Your mind finds inspiration as your body creates, generating works of art that are given limits by your galleries. Your work embodies the limits of your perceptions dictated by moral, spiritual, physical, economic, cultural and political constraints. In the battleground of your body expressing itself as an artist, how would you give expression to an ecstatic state of being that runs naked down the street with the words “Eureka” on your lips ?
The exhibition that I would like to invite you to be part of is conceived as a protest song in which the body is the celebrated.
