A meat grinder shreds and mixes the bittersweet, sour, and spicy experiences of life—its joys, sorrows, and emotions—into the fabric of existence. I enjoy leaving space for imagination in the scene; perhaps someone is sitting on that chair, or maybe it’s an empty chair that exists only in memory. Everyone has their own story.
This is a static yet ever-continuing piece of work, with its weaving never ceasing. This creation, which began in 2022, will continue to coexist with me.
Meat Mincer, wool threads, chair | 100*100*50 cm
