Body as a vessel

As the felt is molding itself onto sculptural shapes to become them, one is moulding itself onto another. They are soft and always in motion, never fixed. The shapes are fluid, folded. As skins in mutation, they have wrinkles. “Language is a skin: I rub my language against the other.” (Barthes) Through rituals of personification, theses skins become six sacred vessels containing mythical contemporary identities. “The container or the content?” says one of them.