couple of weeks ago we had some very still days and so grabbed the opportunity to sleep on the beach. we arrived at dusk.
serene morning after a sleepless night. not sure about the light leak or where its from.
“Death left its old tragic heaven and became the lyrical core of man: his invisible truth, his visible secret.” ― Michel Foucault, The Birth of the Clinic: An Archaeology of Medical Perception
will be showing at the booze base gallery on May 4th
pleased to be included in the monochrome exhibition at the blank wall gallery in Kipseli, Athens, from may10 - may28.