“All the pieces of soap were conceived and manufactured by the artist in her studio in Bucharest; the point of departure was a pile of old soap made tens of years ago by Ioana Sisea’s grandmother and reproduced under the denomination fără titlu / untitled.
Unlike other organic products, soap can be maintained for a hundred years at least, without losing its virtues. Soap is usually perceived as a precious gift, easily to convert into a personal item – it can be appreciated for its medical qualities or can be roughly used for cleaning purposes. But an overdimensioned fragment of soap is heavy and hard, if not impossible to handle, looking dangerous more than friendly.
The texts, all written in Romanian, Ioana Sisea’s mother tongue, were imprinted with a German letter press dating back to the period of WW2, by the artist herself. There are excerpts from her communication with boyfriends, members of the family or friends, that she archived during the years. Unfiltered and fragile, the communication is directly extracted from her diaries. Still, in the moment she carved all words on the surface of the soap, it feels as if she gifted those conversations to the beholders; they don’t belong to her anymore.”
**fragment from the curatorial text by Anca Verona Mihulet