A surface awaiting inscription.
The tied closure is a ritual gesture, the integrated pockets mere apertures for tools of contamination.
It does not protect; it exposes, inviting abrasion, spillage and corrosion.
To wear it is to enter the process: the artist’s studio as laboratory, as furnace, as site of annihilation and recomposition.
A blank slate only once, the first time. Thereafter it becomes a physical record of chemical accidents, mechanical assaults, and bodily residues.
Its meaning emerges not from intention but from entropy, from the slow violence of work.
AV-ZS-01 rejects the sentimental logic of preservation. Its utility is not in safeguarding the body but in recording its collisions with matter.
Over time, it ceases to be clothing and becomes evidence, an artefact of process, a skin of accumulated operations, a document of decay.
What Breaks is What Drives.
