The female left hand designed many different interpretations.
Infinite layers in a constant daydream, lines of words written in the cold wind.
The right male hand went straightforward for the only known, practical way.
In the hot summer it didn’t consider any alternative.
The left one ended up trapped in its endless lines,
the right one ended up exhausted by its rigidity.
Both hands were correct until they found out to be one body.
In balance there is nor right or wrong path.
– It’s All Relative –
Enamel and spray on canvas
100x70x4,5cm
2014
Private collection, London GB
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