I chewed the ceramic paste with my teeth, then I burned them. More than two thousand pieces of ceramic withstand my teeth print.
I repeated my teeth pressure for thousand times on the ceramic paste, this iteration simulates the relation between life and death.
The bed embodies the features of my first shock when my brother died. A high bed looks like a coffin being held on the shoulders. Perhaps unconsciously, I am creating a corps from the ceramic pieces who carry my teeth prints.
The bed who stands on small wheels looks like death – something not fixed in my memory, haunting me when it changes its location and forming my life each time it passes.