Part of Shared Lines: Pūtahitanga, exhibition that brings together 60 artists in a 72 metre installation.

84.207 were killed in my country by Covid-19. Those infected already exceed 2 million. I don't need to wear masks, but I can't breathe. During the day, the weighty body moves without grace, being pushed by daily tasks. In Brazil, my family and friends have been inside their homes for over 100 days. Sleepless, I wander along the banks of the river that flows in me, every night. As if in a ritual, I bathe in these waters and let them wash me. I let them take me. I surrender to the force of the current because the only thing I have left is my intuition. Only with my eyes closed can I see the future. My art is a silent scream.