Hyena

For a few months I used to go to the cemetery. I didin't visit graves; I looked inside rubbish bins and collected the remains of wax molds, ones that were almost burnt out and disposed of. Then I would bring them home. Each time I took a photo of the bag with the molds taken out from the bins. I would go to the kitchen and melt them into liquid wax, which I would then pour into a large wooden cuboidal coffin-like box which was made of wooden planks and stood in my room. That wax object is a recording of my daily routine. The object is acompanied by four pictures documenting the process of collecting rubbish and creating the object.