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where do birds fly when they die
2020
2020
felt, cotton
I find dead birds image like one of the most pathetic, cruel and tender at the same time. This was an image that came to me when I pass through the first mourning I had last year of a very young person.
I think this work is mainly about death in general, and how something free like a bird one day will fall.
It's a genre of work that I use to call "soft violence", because it looks tender but terrible at the same time, and how even the soften thing can hide a cruel truth.
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