Going far to find oneself, searching through the nature for human traces to feel their violence, looking for a contact, but mediating it with ambiguous coloured prosthesis. From deep and wide water a reversed head surfaces, seeking the high in a claustrophobic space among poles which prop up a slender limit. Prosthesis is what asks for help and prevents its request, it is a prehensile tongue which does not produce any sound, but visualizes the hand that is looking for, it is a handmade talisman of industrial material, which has in itself the stamp of childish games, it is the memory of childhood and the ludic transformation of present.
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