Synopsis
My house is under occupation. An army of tiny porcelain figurines is everywhere. I never chose to have them, just -inevitably- inherited them. And they are many and heavy and quite useless. Almost like aliens to me. These objects become the protagonists of this work which is an act of reconciliation and an attempt to turn the thick ancestral darkness -to the extent that i can- into light.
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