Home To a Child
In a dark winter night, I stood in snow, looked up at the windows on 7th floor, and saw light. Mind full of superstitions and ghost stories, I climbed the the stairs, afraid to look ahead, but also afraid to look behind. After endless fading green and white walls, endless concrete staircases, endless rusting railings, i reached the top. There stood waiting, a formidable great steel gate, behind which, was safety and warmth.
Home is a fragile thing. It is an off balanced construction, an elephant stumbling on legs of a crane. Hanging by thin silver wire links and chain, interpretation of the concept and memory of home is expressed through an asymmetric, abstract wire drawing with prong set tourmaline and rough aquamarine crystal.
Home is a fragile thing. It is an off balanced construction, an elephant stumbling on legs of a crane. Hanging by thin silver wire links and chain, interpretation of the concept and memory of home is expressed through an asymmetric, abstract wire drawing with prong set tourmaline and rough aquamarine crystal.
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