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We were invited to a cocktail at some guy's house, who said he was giving the cocktail for her friend who had come from London. He had recently bought a piece of art from her production, and he was very proud about it. The moment we got in, he started talking about the piece and insisted on us meeting the artist. Finally, he introduced us to her and had her walk us to his bedroom to show us his new acquisition.
When we were in the room, she said: 'there it is', and pointed to one side of the bed. One of us thought it was the flowerpot, and started congratulating her on such an incredible piece of pottery. She said that it was not it, and showed us a piece of paper held to the wall with a pin, all wrinkled, and with lots of transparent tape on it. She said the paper portrayed her in a moment of great anguish in her life, when she cut the paper with a cutter, mended it with tape, and cut it again on the same place, repeatedly, as it had happened to her soul and her attempt to recover herself from the wounds.
I was looking at her with a face like "come on, you're making fun of us, this is not the piece we have all been listening about".
But she seemed to understand that the look in my face was a look of interest, as if asking for further explanation on its concept, so she added very seriously:
"It's all about process".

Chicago IL, september 4th, 2009