More « Shining DESPAIR »

I am preoccupied with the unpredictable and abnormal aspects of life.

For most of us despair comes and goes.

The motif of this work is my feelings when I picked up my grandmother’s bones.

Despair is the lack of little breathless reflections.

Spinning reflections on the title of the competition.

Half of the world’s coral reefs have vanished since 1950.

We experience the world in the only way we can, through and with our bodies.

I have been saving the plastic packaging of my cigarette filters for several years.

In today’s world, where we face significant challenges …

“I’m inside, I’m not outside”