This weekend was the opportunity to face that pack of gold leaves and glue pot I have purchased almost a year ago. I'm fascinated by this medium and simultaneously find it dreadful: it can be so difficult to play with and not mess up your art by turning it into a decorative and meaningless work.
While covered from head to toe with gold chips, I had in mind imageries from Antic Greece, its priests and the Pythias. I always envied these women who could talk to Apollo, the god of the arts.
I imagine these women assertives, with a luminescent aura and eyes that could see straight through you.
Though we take them for granted and leave their voice unheard, I believe these women still exist. It has become the responsibility of artists to show their full glory to the world.