Libra

Walking on a thin line, balancing between what they claim to be "real" and my own perception of this world, Each step heralds the end of a struggle or the end of everything, Leaving behind imprints of the past attempts, Look at me, I am so rock solid, in a second I am trembling and shaken, Finding my balance is my sole desire. This thrill from a potential fatal collapse, which will liberate my soul and my body from the fear of endless defeats promised by the future… I feel the power of this pulling thread and I take my next step into the unknown...

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available (acrylic on canvas, lights reflective paint, 100x80cm)