126 x 42 cm
conrete/epoxy on a mirror
A kiss as a small rebellion against the ordinary. One touch of lips is enough, and what only a moment ago felt solid and unchanging begins to crack, almost imperceptibly. Our rigid shell, wrapped in the routine of days, crumbles piece by piece. In that quiet moment, the world stops following its rules, and we dissolve—losing our outlines, melting into waves, tones, and shades.
