I live in a small house with limited rooms, and therefore, I never had the chance to create a personal workspace,  so I  had to divide my bedroom into two small areas: a sculpting corner, and some space  for my bed. The first thing that I see when I wake up is my workspace, and it is also the last thing I see when I go to sleep. Due to the limited space of my bedroom, my artworks became, overtime, one huge pile that limits my movement around my room, yet I still enjoy spending and investing a lot of time doing what I love the most. I have always dreamt of extending our house so I can turn it into an open space for cabinet of curiosity, where everyone can come to see my creations. In Tunisia, the number of galleries is limited, as well as artisric opportunitinies, but more than that, the concept of cabinet of curiosity does not exist! which becomes the reason why I am aiming to create my own public cabinet of curiosity.

My little cousins, in their toddler age, has an immense love for cars and vehicles. One of them has deep love for police cars and he loves to rescue animals who are injured and take them to hospital, the gorilla is the doctor for him. He often asks that he wants to play with his cars on road and bing.... We had a plan. One of the room in their house is made of cement, without any tile furnishing and we have a little library there. So, we made road map for them, and placed some building models like police station, hospital and airport as landmarks and their destination points and set the cars to play on the road with a chowk at the center. It is their play area now and when they first saw it they were out of words and expressing their joy by jumping and rushing in to play. What a joyful sight. As much as i enjoyed their expressions, I enjoyed making this whole space tranform into play area and yes i played with cars as well. Because, why not!

Winner of the first prize of the A-Place Mapping contest "Share your experiences of domestic places" 2022

My high school student life was all about studying and focusing on grades and intellectual discussions. In childhood I enjoyed arts and crafts activities, but as we grew it was all left behind. After graduation, when I had time to slow down and look around my room and reflect on how my room didn't reflect my personality, not as a child, not even now. There were many difficult memories as well. So then I chose to make my room look more like me and who I want to be. I didn't care of my age, I just listened to my inner child and expressed her on my walls however it liked. So the butterflies (wild and free) after years of isolation and transformation were ready to fly and inspire. Now, whenever I look at this (once beige and uninspiring wall) fills me with joy and motivation to do something new and amazing. My nieces and nephews whenever visit me, they first come to my room and expresses joy and admiration for this wall. They say in awe, "wow, so many butterflies" and I have noticed them displaying their artwork on wall as well in their house and their parents allow them too because they have seen me do it too. I sit here on this couch (that I consider a floor mat, with a height) and make my to do list and also do my chakra tapping exercises and what not. I enjoy this place in my room, my seclusion zone full of creative freedom and expressin. 

This window on West tells me the weather outside. It protects from direct light and heat as it's covered with greenery outside, but it gives me the message of God through its shine and the intensity about the seasonal changes in my city. When it rains in summers, I sit on the couch and listen to the heavenly sounds and miss the sunshine while enjoying the dark clouds. And when the sun rays peak in during the winters, I thank God for protecting me with His warmth. This is my favorite spot at home, it opens my mind and nourishes my soul, and this is where I sit down to write my heart out usually. 

My home has a sacred ground in my heart. It is a place where I can be my weirdest and the most authentic self. A place that will be right there waiting for me when I come back. A place where the stress of life melts away evoking a sigh of relief within and reminds me of the countless memories and values that shaped me as I walk through. Home means that no matter how challenging life gets, there will be someone looking out for me.

It’s the warm bed that I can’t get out of in the morning, the inviting aroma of tea brewing in the kitchen, the taste of mom’s breakfast while I am still tousle-haired and sleepy and the endless conversations at the dining table. It's the distinctive sound of the gravel as dad rolls down the car into the driveway, the wonderful sight of my grandparents talking their morning stroll, the ever-growing collection of books to be read on that shelf.

There’s no place on earth I’d rather be!

The light coming in through the curtain of my bedroom window wakes me up every morning to say good morning. I drink tea while I open the curtains to start the day.

Good morning Barcelona ...

This place reminds me of childhood. Sometimes I come here just to sit and enjoy the view. I let the warmth wrap me in a hug and comfort me as i dream of the good old days. This is a place where i let myself think of you, father. I think of the joke you told me, the kiss on the forhead you gave me. I know as i sit here, you are sitting next to me. This is the place where i can feel you. I feel you sitting next to me, smilling, enjoying the sun setting in the distance. This is the place where i you can hear me. I will forever be gratefull of the memories we made, for the feelings i feel when i am here. This will forever be my favourite place.

Donde estoy?
Conciencia material, habito este cuerpo.

Boca seca, donde esta el vaso con agua? sabor a una noche pasada, trago con dificultad, boca seca, sed, trago de nuevo y por impulso abro los ojos, observo, respiro. 

Agradezco y me levanto.

“Espejo humeante” 2022 es mi participación en los Altares Espejo de la Ceremonia por la renovación del mundo del pueblo Wixárika, para cuidar y defender la vida en el desierto de Wirikuta, México. La primera imagen es la cima del cerro Quemado con el circulo de piedras donde se realiza la ceremonia. La segunda es la instalación en el basurero de Real de Catorce, un pequeño pueblo hubicado en el estado de San Luis Potosí

La luz que entra por la cortina de la ventana de mi dormitorio me despierta cada mañana para darme los buenos días. Bebo un té mientras abro las cortinas para empezar el día.

Buenos días Barcelona...

Plaza Baquedano was established in 1929 and replaced Plaza Italia which was named after a gift from the Italian Kingdom to Chile to celebrate the 1st centenary of the Republic of Chile. That monument gift is still located in Plaza Baquedano. Plaza Baqeudano is a more fitting name for the public space/monument that is the main place for public celebrations and demonstrations in Santiago, the capital of Chile. It is dedicated to General Manuel Baquedano who lead the Chilean Army to victory against the Peruvian-Bolivian alliance in the late 19C Pacific War. Plaza Baqedano, with the monument to General Baquedano by renowned sculptor Virginio Arias, also contained the unknown soldier’s remains from the Pacific War and the busiest Metro station in the Metropolitan network, Metro Baquedano. The urban insurrection, which began on 18 October 2019 with the arson attack on 20 Metro stations in 6 hours, is unrelenting, violent, and destructive. The decimation of the are within a 1 kilometre radius of Plaza Baquedona is entire. This área is called Ground Zero. The material damage in this área alone is 106 million USD. 80% of businesses are still protected behind welded sheet metal facades. The entrance to Metro Baquedano is permanently welded shut and the concourse is reduced to rubble, smashed up by hand with hammer and crowbar for missiles to throw at pólice. After the attempts to topple the monument to General Baquedano were not successful, the last attempt on International Women’s Day 2021, the National Council of Monuments decided to remove the sculpture to protect it and placed a 3 meter high, welded sheet metal cube around the emptied plinth and the tomb of the unknown soldier that was able to withstand the impact of a vehicle traveling at 80 kilometers/hour. On the second anniversary of 18 October, the usual Friday night riots, arson, and looting that is now called traditional protest destroyed the metal wall. In consultation with the Armed Forces, the National Council of Monuments decided to exhume the remains of the unknown soldier for fear that they would be exhumed by the regular rioters now called political prisoners if they are arrested for such crimes. Supporters of this violence and destruction, including the recently elected President and former Student Protest Leader, not only are calling for an amnesty for all crimes committed since 18 October but want to rename Plaza Baquedano, Plaza de la Dignidad (Plaza of Dignity). This is a fitting name for the materialization of what Marxist Philosopher called the Power of Determinate Negation and which the Cultural Industry applauds as art activism, the art of protest.   

Every day, when I open the window, I see a picture of my hometown in Brazil. 
During the gray winter days in Belgium, I look at this photo and I say to myself "today might be gray, but I carry that sun inside me everywhere."

Winner of the fourth prize of the A-Place Mapping contest "Share your experiences of domestic places" 2022