I'd like to think of La Nona Ora as a sculpture that doesn't exist: a three-dimensional image that dissolves into pure communication—an object disappearing in the flux of information. On the other hand, La Nona Ora could simply be a bad joke taken too seriously, an exercise in absurdity. Suspended between a visual requiem and a loony tune, La Nona Ora is an image of complexity. Objects are not dead; they are projections of desire. When people are different, they interact only through art or war. I prefer to use art as field study for confrontation. That's where La Nona Ora came from, or maybe that's where La Nona Ora ended up.