Finché morte non ci separi

Till Death Do Us Part. A bond turned into a sentence, an everyday gesture shattered by violence. On cold, tombstone-like marble tiles, lipsticks lie, slashed by a blade. Nearby, a knife stained with color seals the transposition between the lipstick’s body and the woman’s.

Marble is memory and irreversibility, a mark carved in time. The lipsticks, varied in color and shape, speak of the universality of gender-based violence—without borders, without age.

The title twists the wedding vow into its most brutal reality. In most femicides, the perpetrator is a partner or ex-partner, and the weapon of choice is a knife.