
About the work
The blue is the colour of waiting, not of sky. There are no actual groceries here, only the memory of a gesture, a reaching for something that was never there. The world ends right where the car would have parked.

About the work
The blue is the colour of waiting, not of sky. There are no actual groceries here, only the memory of a gesture, a reaching for something that was never there. The world ends right where the car would have parked.