The Days of Restless and Youthful

Zouk, Art Room, Helloween, 2000.

Where have all the cowboys gone? When the blossoming skin of dilapidated heart in grand stature, connected eyes finding reason to escape the rusted cage of the monotone. We are all slayers of the new breath, new apostles and new buildings. The island where it was and when it was, we are now in a cyclone of polyester truth. Missing the sparks of a good conversation with companions and as choice does not seem to beckon the misery and mystery of life, we surrender ourselves to the redevelopment, a constant redevelopment of motion and emotion.

Irregular shape keeping its transformation as steady as the metal pedestal finding its character. We are all creatures of the sanitized.