Throughout our lives, we collect a "collection" of people (acquaintances, relatives, relatives), each of which has its own place (status) in our lives.
We have such a high opinion of someone that we even practically cut ourselves off from the possibility of contact with her/him, we trample on someone.
Why white color?
Because it is the easiest to restore. Take it, add bleach, and that’s it.
It seems that this is possible with people. Actually, no, but what about us is our collection, our perception of it. (my?)
conceptual installation, 18 pieces of white t-shirts m-size, black paint on white cube walls, dimensions: 3×2,5×2,5m