
About the work
The light, when it touches the bright fabric, is a shock. Every crease in the tracksuits, every fold in their skin, says: This is not new, but it is here. They are waiting for something, or remembering it.

About the work
The light, when it touches the bright fabric, is a shock. Every crease in the tracksuits, every fold in their skin, says: This is not new, but it is here. They are waiting for something, or remembering it.