How can you accept yourself in the in-between, when you come from a culture that isn't dominant and you evolve differently from it? My collection explores the paradox one can feel between one's upbringing and what one becomes afterward. Like carrying the remnants of your education while becoming someone else.

More specifically, it's about feeling excluded from contemporary imageries. It comes from my lack of images, clear illustrations, and a unified representative heritage when comes to my origins. Sephardic Jewish tradition doesn't represent per say. It adorns and protects, it hides from view of others and the « eye ».

Perhaps, talking about this void would ultimately be a way of mourning my quest for authenticity. Depicting intimate outlines, unlike traditional utopian imageries and fantasies about « original nature » that are making a comeback today.

My title, "Everything sinks but the kitchen," refers to the idiom "Everything but the kitchen sink." It reflects a haste to leave. Repairing something by any means necessary.
Noticing the overflow, questioning what we accidentally filter up, out of habit or intuition. Maybe anything but the essential. In a humorous language, throwing everything at it. That, and the kitchen sink.

The sink is me, and my flight instincts.