This is a piece that I never published, almost never even spoke of. Created in the aftermath of the loss of my mother, two years ago, somewhere at the end of 2020 and the beginning of 2021. I felt lost and crushed. At that time, I flew from Hong Kong to Italy for her funeral and to say my goodbyes. With everything I was feeling, I remember the need to put pen to paper, to let my art take me to places where I could hide and process my loss whilst at the same time, heal. So I threw myself into my little characters with just a pen, adding dots until I felt like it, as long as the art wanted me to. As I stopped and looked at the finished piece, I saw it. This sea of dots that ends up taking the shape of a little elephant with its trunk elevated into the air. And it felt right. "The Weight of Skin" is a piece that speaks to my state of mind at that particular time: the weight of my emotions and feelings, the weight of what happened to me, that weight that is so heavy to carry at first and that feels like it is crushing you, suffocating you, paralyzing you. The same weight that will not change, but it will change you: we learn to carry our crosses, the very same thing that breaks us is what builds us to be stronger to carry all our weights for life. The artwork was a peek into the future, showing me that I would be able to survive and carry my burdens one day. It took my weight and carried it for me when I could not do on my own for two long years and now, that I am strong enough, I am ready to let it go, so it can be free to be with its next family.