Matrilineare

I searched for what my body tells, where it carries the signs of my family feminine side. My home holds the persistence of a matrilineal memory like a private museum which collects a universe of objects belonged to my grandmother and her sisters. Objects naturally coming from a home to the other, objects sometimes given to me or to my mother by the original owners, sometimes taken with no need to ask. Sea shells, silverware, pottery. Also plants, which are in the threshold between inanimate objects and natural beings. Exactly as the body and the house are in the intermittent threshold between content and container.