Sleapless nights of 1989-1994.

Night after night I walked all over the city. Avenue after avenue, I tried to mock insomnia, relying on a cheap camera that became my fifth limb, to depict and see the hommo-less world I was surrounded, bear its mass into a frame, simulate that picture with the relief of a dream.

Do dolls dream when left alone?


 

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