The skin is our last inner battleground in this world of pains and aggressions. We simply can not prevent life from leaving its marks and tracks as it goes by.
Life IS surreal, as long as it is perceived through our senses. A tree is a tree because we were all taught to see it the same. It is a shape, a form, an entity we were taught to name tree in order to find consensus, to find order in the Chaos.
My avid interest in the ancient civilizations and the power to reproduce different textures in a workshop come together in this series of illustrated phrases as a search into the past to understand the future.
