For every thought I have a brain

‘Thinking ‘ means creating richness for your mind, but it could become a limit when it penalises your free spontaneity: acting without thinking of the others, of what they could see about you and what you would think about yourself, the memory you would have of it. You feel the pressure of the society and of your own sensibility too, that brings you to feel all the little things without letting your body simply go.
I decided to realize a ‘collection’ of thoughts and the limit that thinking ‘too much’ represents to me: so I made about 50 bags made of red painted cotton canvas hang on to the same nail with fishing line and hooks. They are my thoughts, that, like a big bloody mass, hang from my head. They are just as fruits of the same tree: they are a richness, but, all together, they are heavy and cumbersome. They are filled with salt, that gives them their weight. I chose this element for its ambivalence: it preserves and maintains (we can think about food preservation since ancient times), but it also burns the open wounds and causes thirts. The last fruit is open and shows the salt inside, just to indicate that in the end this thoughts will get die and lose their weight, to leave space to the others.
I imagine this artwork as ‘open’: its shapes and dimensions would change in based of how many elements I add and remove, as well as it’s various and changeable the flow of our thoughts.