Selected images of installations

Tokyo 2004. The sun is up. Too many buildings, not enough trees. I look at this great city for the first time as a mother. I have Ea on my shoulders and we wander on the streets looking for shadow.

And there it was, this tiny old paradise all green in the middle of the white cement. I cough and the doctor says my lungs are fucked. Pollution and panic attacks. And the white cement wants to take over the tiny green paradise. Even the tallest, highest, wisest tree needs to fall.

So I film, take photos, write and draw the leaves and roots of this almost departed garden. I had this big need to have proof that it had been here. All this oxygen floating in the air. I ask for the last roots of this garden. Bring them to the hotel. Sculpt. Clean. And I keep having this image of the garden existing in the air, floating in all the density of existence. So I called the gallery, begged them to take my roots in - which they fortunately did. And there I left them, my roots to grow in the air.