Charcoal and graphite on paper.
I made this work thinking about the place where I grew up: so many memories and images, I would like to fly through time and space and revive those empty rooms with cracks in the wall.
But it's late and dark, the flock is lost, the dovecote is far away, and it's ruined by the long winter.
The places of the heart cannot be replaced, and "I have built my hut within" because home is where you can always come back.
