Garbage, Between art and quarantine, Oysters and champagne
door Mandra Wabäck
The sidewalk is 1.5 m wide. A woman comes in front of my door. Keys are ringing in her hand. She stands still without making contact. Communication is shielded by headphones. Then she walks out of the street. After three weeks, the alienation begins.
by Diana Ozon
NO MIGRATION SEASON