About the work
This is how a day dissolves: the slow drift of milk, the turning pages. He waits for something to arrive, or perhaps, for it all to simply cease. There is no bell.
On the wall — 13 × 18 cm Print
About the work
This is how a day dissolves: the slow drift of milk, the turning pages. He waits for something to arrive, or perhaps, for it all to simply cease. There is no bell.
On the wall — 13 × 18 cm Print