World
World is a puppet performance. It’s a performance born for the street or better yet, for a backyard overlooking that same street.
World is a puppet performance. It’s a performance born for the street or better yet, for a backyard overlooking that same street.
He doesn’t know where he belongs, to whom he belongs. He adapts to others and especially to himself.
The glorification of a woman gets on my nerves. Because it’s always in a relation to a man. Like some kind of competition. Where someone has to win.
Puppet miniature talks about sadness and joy, old and new, children and adults, and everything in between.
At first, there was nothing. But right there, almost indefinitely years ago, something was resting.