"You crawl through my eyes, pupils exploring, blood on the floor and in the corridors of the house, where we reside. You crawl through my mouth, jaws broken, blood on the floor and in the corridors of the house where you want to escape.
I crash to the ground, shattering into a thousand pieces. A wave of silence takes over. Everything moves slower. I want to dance. Dance until late at night and early in the morning. Colors seep from the cracks in the walls. Everything illuminates."
TECHNICAL DESIGN
PHOTOSHOOT
