Digital collage printed on white glossy cardboard
|THE POEM BEHIND IT|
Look through the lens for me to appear and dance on the edge for free. You suck the void to push me; I reply with a selfie. Let’s call it prostitute synergy.
Disconnected BY YOU.
Asphyxiated BY THEM.
Paid BY NONE.
Where free becomes so chic,
Some beige/bleu ciel on a red plumped cheek. You lost my eyes a long time ago, on that day you dressed everyone else as yourself.
|Dimensions||42 × 0.5 × 47 cm|