Trophy Self, Master Degree work 2019


Sliding in the red clay

a whirl of dust materialises

circling my white shoes

leaving red stains on my pleated white skirt

tanned shins

the sound of sliding in dry brick

the groan that the body generates

while hitting the ball hard

perfectly straight

they say I have a backhand like Venus Williams


A textile embroidery work revolving around tennis, teenage dreams and rivalry.

A study of the trophy shelf and the trophy as an extension of my body and actions.

 

In the project I´m in dialogue with my teenage self.


It’s about winning at any cost.

The sweaty grip that glues onto my palm

the racket

an extension of my arm

my bodily memory remembers it well

the ball in conversation with the blue sky

the strings vibrate

but stiff

The salty sweat drops falling into my eyes

forcing me to blink

twice

my filthy Adidas sweat band

comes to the rescue

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