Tonight, i dreamt about broken glass. About sterile crystalline edges-traps. Even in my dreams i push everything down under my dreams. Crimson, bulging moon is trivial, but in this series i let my body and mind to feel the pleasure of forgetting self
Dormant No.5, ink nd temper on gold calque, 25x32 cm |
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