I mixed paint and collages coming from one saved WhatsApp chat. I found that discussion by accident and the dialogues were abstract enough to attribute different roles to each one of the main protagonists. A personal interpretation turned into a fiction with different levels.
I painted the missing images of that fiction, on glass, allowing new accidents to happen in the program. I pasted some of the chat’s “real lines” and mixed them up in collages.
From there, I declined Miss Müller’s identity(s): He, she, her, him, it or myself. Who is Miss Müller? I told 12 times the same old story refreshing 12 different points of view. identity loss and regeneration.
The hole work is one letter dedicated to Miss Müller…