Surreal Su

Before creativity takes form, there’s always a quiet phase in my practice, a moment to explore, dig deeper, and gently reconnect with the most authentic parts of ourselves.
That’s what I wanted to share today, the moments where you held space for each other and opened up.

During the last Wonder Dolls Lab, the Dolls Clinic was used so much. Seeing you return to it again and again, helping your dolls, and somehow yourselves too, felt really powerful.
So happy that through play, you rediscovered the superpower of animism!

I’m always fascinated by the energy of these workshops, the way the room falls into a deep collective silence while everyone is immersed in their own inner world, and then slowly opens back up into laughter, stories, and shared creations.

Thanks to and for the amazing opportunity
for the beautiful creative spacebelmonte for the support and the super photos

There’s an image that stubbornly returns to my hands: two bodies holding each other, two totems shielding one another. As I fill their empty spaces, I realize I’m shaping a bond from my own roots: those puppets are my sister and I.

She was my first partner in resistance. Growing up, I learned that care is a weapon. In my work, being sisters and brothers is not a biological fact, but a political act: creatures born from waste who refuse isolation, choosing to occupy space with an embrace.

To create siblings — by blood, by rag, or by soul — is to rebel against the idea that we must mend our identities alone. These totems are living monuments to collective care: as long as there is an embrace, waste is no longer scrap, it becomes a force that pulses and resists.

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C’è un’immagine che torna ostinatamente tra le mie mani: due corpi che si stringono, due totem che si fanno scudo. Mentre riempio i loro vuoti, do forma a un legame che è nelle mie radici: quei pupazzi siamo io e mia sorella.

Lei è stata la mia prima compagna di resistenza. Insieme ho capito che la cura è un’arma. Nei miei lavori, essere sorelle e fratelli è un atto politico: creature nate dallo scarto che rifiutano l’isolamento e scelgono di occupare lo spazio con un abbraccio.

Creare fratelli e sorelle — di sangue, di pezza o d’anima — significa ribellarsi all’idea di dover rammendare la propria identità da soli. Questi totem sono monumenti alla cura collettiva: finché c’è un abbraccio, lo scarto smette di essere un rifiuto e diventa una forza che pulsa e resiste.

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🧒🏻 Sister in crime

“Heart”
from the series s’è fatto nero ed ho usato il colore
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Paper, elastics from an old family mattress cover, cut and sewn together by hand.

I grew up with that mattress cover.
Those elastics held the place where bodies rested, got sick, argued, slept, survived.

I cut them.
I stitched them back together.

This is the first work in which I removed color completely.
Everything turned black.
Only the core remained white.

I made it while trying to stay stable.
While trying not to collapse inward.

The tension you see is not metaphorical.
It is how my chest has felt for months,
and how it continues to feel from time to time.

The body tightens.
The body holds.

Pressure is a threshold.
Some days I step out of it.
Some days I fall back in.
And each time, something shifts.

Thanks to .belmonte for the amazing photos

Three months in Vienna.
They passed quietly, and all at once.

I disappeared from here because I was learning how to be present elsewhere.

I let the city happen to me —
its streets, its pauses, its beauty.
And then I found my way into its contemporary art scene:
vivid and restless.

I left my job behind.
The one I carried from Italy.
After six years of making art,
I chose to let it become my first language.

These months were for listening, thinking, searching.
2026 will be for making 🌘

Details that caught my eye these past weeks