The hand that has been chasing me all this time, has sometimes made me indolent and sometimes it just represents something that I have never been able to scream.
It is part of me
The hand is the past and is made of roses, thorns and words never said.
And what do those eyes see?
Perhaps they look at a memory that becomes violent in the middle of the night.
Materials:
markers, colour pencils, white paint.
La mano que me ha perseguido todo este tiempo unas veces me ha vuelto indolente y otras solo representa algo que nunca he podido gritar, forma parte de mi.
La mano es el pasado y está hecha de rosas, espinas y palabras nunca dichas...
Y que ven esos ojos?
Tal vez dirigen la mirada hacia un recuerdo que se hace impetuoso a media noche.
Materiales:
marcadores , lapices de colores pintura al frío blanca.
Well, I only have two pictures of the process. Lol
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