The dress that was sewn and embedded with pearls by my mother.

Threads and beads of a dress that has been with me my whole life. The wardrobe changes, sizes alter, and so do the patterns and fabrics of the clothes hanging beside the dress. But it remains there, as if it were sacred, a memory of a formative childhood. A childish-feminine object, made of small fragments from the world of childhood games, pieces of porcelain that hover and soar into space. Viewers' participation will be part of the working process - they will step on it, crumple it, and tear the dress. My dress.