“Ornamental Vestige: Herbarium of the Feigned”
This series of human skins in ceramic, adorned with flowers, speaks of adulthood as a borrowed suit—a skin not always inhabited from a place of intimacy, but from obligation. Each piece represents a social wrapping that is beautified, polished, and proudly displayed—but that also weighs heavily.

The work stems from a reflection on the “should be,” that imposed sense of maturity that forces us to take on roles, refine our gestures, and fit into pre-established molds. Here, the skin ceases to be a bodily limit and becomes a symbol of daily performativity: it is dressed in flowers, disguised as success, hardened to be accepted.

And yet, in private, far from watchful eyes, that same skin longs to be shed. Not because it is ugly, but because it is foreign. Not because it is weak, but because it is exhausted. In ceramic, the weight is literal: the material that gives form also imposes burden. These skins are remnants of an internal battle between what one is and what one is expected to be; between ornament and authenticity.

This piece invites us to confront that silent tension between the visible and the hidden, between what is shown to the world and what is truly carried within. It is an invitation to think of the body—and adulthood—as a site of resistance, as a surface that, at times, also longs to break.