Nettle, when touched and mechanically damaged the skin, injects serotonin, known as the hormone of happiness. So should you feel better then? And so I throw myself among the nettles. I want to surround myself with nettle, to perceive it, to feel its touch, to contact. It is a process and a search for possibilities, the limits of our relationship. Feel the heat, naturalness, and touch of nettle. I examine her relationship with me, all the possibilities of working with her from the initial sketches and automatic paintings, photographs, collection performance to the final object. I build a shelter, a refuge, a skin, a blanket that I can comfortably wrap myself in bad times, I feel protection and help for a sore mind wandering in my confusion. Will I be healthy at least then?
