About the work
No one really spills dew. But some moments feel like that. The cone, the flip-flop, they are not waiting for retrieval. They have already given up their names, resting where things come to terms.
On the wall — 13 × 18 cm Print
About the work
No one really spills dew. But some moments feel like that. The cone, the flip-flop, they are not waiting for retrieval. They have already given up their names, resting where things come to terms.
On the wall — 13 × 18 cm Print