A sheet of paper may not seem so scary
Organic, reacts in time, in the environment, in use
It has to bear in ideas and gestures and defends itself with the threat of “the white page”
Untouched, it persecutes and provokes me
Every time i feel fear towards it and have to fight with my cowardice
I face it in various ways
I puncture it
Burn it
I treat it roughly pushing its limits and its vulnerable nature
With pins, the medium becomes the message. 
Each intervention is characterized by repetitiveness, attention and the intention of the final gesture 
No place for errors 
There is no “undo”
The manual process requires both physical, and mental exercise 
I treat it with wisdom and affection after what I've done, as if something sacred
But it's always a scrap of paper