Originally named Childhood Pollution, the driving force behind this artwork was an attempt to play with the contrast of the joy that toys bring to children, and the burden that they leave behind once they are done being played with.
The idea came to me in Bali. For nearly a month, I was witnessing daily how obvious the pollution is in some places on Earth.

Bali has an astounding nature, beautiful butterflies and birds are everywhere, millions of tones of greens wherever you rest your eyes. And yet, all of it stained by a constant, ubiquitous garbage.

Trash near every road, every house, in the city. Out of the city. Everywhere.
I come from Europe, so this level of pollution is not something I usually see. Spending that short time in Indonesia really made me ask myself:

What the fuck are we doing? 🤷‍♂️

It made me think how much of the trash all over the world are just toys?Inanimate objects that were once loved and praised. Now just lying around.
How quickly do we give up our old toys, rendering them useless?

the name –Isle of Flies– came to me when the creative process led me to put a plastic chair on top, sort of a throne, and I remembered a book I read.

Lord of the Flies by William Golding.

If you read it, you probably got the hint. If you didn't, it's about a bunch of kids who were accidentally left stranded on an island, no adults, and they are trying to rebuild society.
I loved that book, and a narrative for this artwork started unfolding;

This floating pile of thrash once might have been a kingdom of joy, consisting from all sorts of inflatables, arcades, different types of bikes, computers and hoops.
All loyal subjects to their king, to one happy child having (owning) all the joy in the world.

Now, they are just floating here, lifeless, abandoned, only as a sad memento of one more childhood gone.