From that moment

I realized this artwork thinking about how to give shape to my past. I wanted to create an image of what I was been; a unique piece that contains all my memories, all the parts of me up to now.
An egg is just like a container, with a shell that keeps and protects but it also separates and hides its interior. A paper egg, because it’s fragile, delicate and thin, but yet rich of folds and wrinkles of its time. Something that has yet to open up, but it is already living, breathing, thinking, suffering. Something closed in the midst of a storm. It’s look like the prelude of an explosion, or a slowly crumbling.