A world tied in nets, with no secrets. Always watched and always available, we seek sanctuary in oasis, in a nameless land, unknown spaces, valleys where no one will ever come look for us. Basins, flat heights, where there is no other. We are individuals shut in a tight frame, solid, irreverent to the touch, not hearing and not uttering a sound. Mute, natural, remote land. One, where desolation becomes exaltation of isolation. A desperate scream breaks the alienating silence, because the skin is still but never numb.
We've collected 475 € which will be donated in the coming days to UNICEF’s ‘Children of Syria’ emergency fund. A special thanks to every artist who chose to join Celeste Prize between 10-17 May donating 20% of entry fees to the fund >> Read all