Short story of hair lock concerns the collective memory and the desire to stop time for a precise moment. An action is suggested by the work through a pair of scissors laid on the ground and
from a glass jar that contains a lock of hair. A simple gesture, but radical. In a tireless attempt to control time, the drawing chase the idea of uncontrollable, infinite and fortuity.
I cut my hair: a brief moment of my time is now stopped and inside this little lock there is a piece of my personal history: there is a moment of courage or anger, of defiance or joy.
Those strands are firm and eternal time at our disposal, they are a snapshot of who we are when we decide to cut.