Knots on the horizon, knots of meadows from the cell, knots in the present with their conflicts, with their thorns, with their impossibilities. Perhaps the horizon line doesn't exist, but the knots we create in the name of justice, in the name of the individual, they hurt. Our history is stained with blood, creating the knots on the horizon.
Number of components
Unit size in cms.
195 x 50 cms.
Acrylic and pastel
No rigid support and decorative frame
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