Entering the space you hear softly the voice a woman speaking 'I love me... I love me not... I love me... I love me not... ...'. You see the image of a woman projected on a panel of wood hanging freely in the space. She is picking petals from a flower till none is left. Meanwhile, the petals swirl each one gently on the concrete floor, shown by a second projection.
This installation is a visualisation of the everlasting dualistic stuggle of inner confidence and its projections upon the outside world.

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