“My mother’s hand lay gently in my father’s. Who, upright and outwardly calm, paid attention to the speaker.
It was in a small room for us alone, where words were no longer important.
The speaker was certified and spoke sentences while his body slumped uncontrollably in his chair. His Happy Socks shone in painful and stark contrast. How I would have loved to have given them a kick.”
One of the stories that takes shape through my anthropomorphic figures.
MIXEDMEDIA | DEER FACT | 2024
100 x 70 X 0.1 CM | ON PAPER