I started to see, and collect magazines in a suitcase that I found in the trash. Once I had enough to to be able to mix them with each other, I turned the suitcase in the middle of the room, I started ripping, cutting, and crumbling papers. I placed my Aita’s scanner on the ground next to the magazines and I was creating compositions about he. I played with the negative space, the leaves white, the masks … I tried to count little stories with pictures.
These are some of the ones I did at throughout that week of the soil full of clippings and crumpled papers.
In the living room, there is a basket to leave the magazines and newspapers to be able to turn on the fire
«you are suposed to burn those»
little sister
Sara Iraburu 