Sometimes a word triggers a whole series of thoughts. I spoke with the word Oblivion, in English Oblivion. What else can you remember? What does it do to you if you know that everything you are, everything you do is forgotten?
Because we know that we are eventually forgotten, we are making something of our present. If our paths cross now, then now is the time to speak to each other.
I found the metaphor of life and death in curtains. From short encounters, a performance with a beginning and an end.
1 in stock
Size: 100 x 60 cm
Canvas: Wooden panel
Material: textile, rope, acrylic paint
Price: 850 euros