About the work
The sun casts hard lines, yet the old roof tiles lean softly. They don't belong, but nor do they resist this corner. This space simply collects whatever falls, or is left, or is briefly propped.
On the wall — 13 × 18 cm Print
About the work
The sun casts hard lines, yet the old roof tiles lean softly. They don't belong, but nor do they resist this corner. This space simply collects whatever falls, or is left, or is briefly propped.
On the wall — 13 × 18 cm Print