Streets of Paris have passed through me bringing with them grit, demise and flesh, dragging me into a dimension not imbued with fear or repulsion, but with a fascination that nailed my eyes to the darkest corners and to forgotten humanity.
The gray lays on top of everything like a greasy veil; an unpleasant layer inhabits live and dead matter and has slowly spilled out, seeping into everything on the outside, concealing life, truth, movement, hope.
I don't know if this veil fluctuates in the air I have breathed or in my pupils. Despite having "Paris" in the title, my purpose is not to describe a city, but to let transpire the indescribable liaison between what my eyes have met and what my brain has seen.
This work is part of an ongoing project that tries to explore different dimensions and declinations about the theme of death.
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