Digital collage printed on white glossy cardboard
|THE POEM BEHIND IT|
UNKNOWN. Some say dreamers never learn. A matter of facts, data washed out. Dozens of cigarettes, ashes for meals. Supposedly a journey through enjoyable wrecks; back and forth excuses to the muse. Some pretend children own all souls. Maybe a defective way to the memory lane. Most apparently a present silence rolling upon iced bodies.
|Dimensions||42 × 0.5 × 47 cm|