A coffin hitting the ground is something perfectly serious
Charcoal of wood, brass, iron, leather and paper.
This piece comes from a poem by Antonio Machado and fits within the project because it is a metaphor about the burial ritual. The dimensions of this piece are based on my own body scale, so that the handles of an absent coffin are at the same level of my eyes, as if I was carrying my own coffin. The three side handles have been replaced by ring knockers. They were used as callers and for seeking asylum in a church, in a non-verbal way, with the simple gesture of grabbing the ring knocker.
[*] A verse from Antonio Machado’s poem IV, on Soledades (1907).
Artwork done during residence in the MAC de A Coruña.