About the work
It came from somewhere, tethered, then slipped. Now it drifts just above the sand, waiting. The light is wrong for joy. It should be morning by now.
On the wall — 13 × 18 cm Print
About the work
It came from somewhere, tethered, then slipped. Now it drifts just above the sand, waiting. The light is wrong for joy. It should be morning by now.
On the wall — 13 × 18 cm Print