Buried at home

Without navigating away, I have torn the boundaries of my house, with a series of works close neighbors to the negation and the endurance of certain events. In "Buried House" the bedroom of my brother, for months and months in the hospital, it becomes a hill burial ground layers lining the room completely cover the bed and in the long fresh grass turns into something moist soil different, a hill from which to look at the horizon. Everything turns, work on personal metamorphosis is my goal socially and politically. From ourselves makes us deeply fragile and human.