See me, Hear me, the scream of the son who wants to be heard and seen.
My sculpture shows both: his silver dream and his head broken into pieces.
It is like our dream: we are so ambigues, wanting the sky, but our world breaks into pieces every second.
See me, Hear me, the scream of the son who wants to be heard and seen.
My sculpture shows both: his silver dream and his head broken into pieces.
It is like our dream: we are so ambigues, wanting the sky, but our world breaks into pieces every second.
