I’ve been remaking Pietà the other way around: mother was dead, the son who wanted to carry her in his arms – segregated, their skins looked the same. Having this every day dream started as a ritual. Then became an ordeal. Once there was no ache under her breast bone. To end the dormancy, mammary glands had been prepared for ...
I’ve been remaking Pietà the other way around: mother was dead, the son who wanted to carry her in his arms – segregated, their skins looked the same. Having this every day dream started as a ritual. Then became an ordeal. Once there was no ache under her breast bone. To end the dormancy, mammary glands had been prepared for ...