El nostre pa II - continuation

2019

Consisting of a series of actions around the area where my grandfather and neighbouring farms cultivated wheat. 

We take a nap when the wheat is young, once grown, I brush it through, a never ending task thus it’s windy.  It portrays the uselessness of a task, as the wheat fields don’t serve the purpose of the previous generation.

Once the wheat recollected, I filled up a pillow that traveled to those beds of whom wanted to return to the fields through the sleep. A circular sitting.  

It reflects upon questions of the capitalization of time and revolves around the idea of waiting in agriculture.