Living demands action to delay dissipation, to turn chaos into cosmos. Creation is born of that same drive. I work to materialize objects I want to see, but that do not yet exist. I work led by the possibility of finding within the aesthetic experience its own instruments of reflection.

My process begins outside. I gather fragments and bring them inside. I compose. I work with layers, bridges, voids, asymmetry, and repetition, building structures, forms, and life. Scale dictates the morphology—it is what enables the creation of new worlds within this world, and our body is the unit of measurement. I do not plan the final shape, nor do I know how I will get there. It is the fingers that do the thinking, deciding in dialogue with the material. It is an ongoing morphological investigation that generates an ecosystem of mutant objects. And one does not ask a mutant what it is, or what it is for.

“Que bicho é esse?” was the question my parents used to ask when, as a child, I showed them the things I made. They were entities, neither living nor dead. One can conceive reality as a continuum that binds the organic and the inorganic. Material boundaries dissolve and matter flows. Individual consciousness derives from a greater, collective one; the body ceases to be an isolated entity. We are one

João dos Bichos