I observed the body.
I observed my body.
I observed our body.
I noticed that an unsatisfaction lied inside that nothingness.
In Subhuman genesis the artis becomes the father of a modern Frankenstein, inlets of several materials are assembled on a new kind of canvas, the human body.
The artist’s aspiration is that of becoming the creator of his own work, like an unsatisfied God that undoes and composes again his Creation, acting upon every muscle and crack of a body that keeps being imperfect.
Giada Flora Ferrara