The scientific explanation of what really happens to a balloon when set free always dulled my fantasies of floating to far away places. Places inaccessible to trains and planes, places that only existed in my fantasy world. My mother, a librarian, introduced this fantasy world to me, a world beyond reality, a world of fiction where gravity did not exist and not even the sky was a limit.
My work is a nostalgic look at forgotten times. Her skin that of Snowhite and her dress and shoes reminds of those of Dorothy in The Wizard of Oz. By closing her eyes she starts her journey the spectator can only imagine where she is heading or where she is coming from. She holds the key to her story, her dress reflects the sky and the balloon pulls her closer to where her imagination will take her, a different world, a world, which will give only her pure pleasure.