Vernissage:
12. April 18h
WilliBender Berlin
Potsdamer Straße 98A
Whatever my name, my origin, my gender, my sex, my class, my money.
Recycling your trash to consume less.
And to focus on what I need more than luxury.
With a heritage of violence.
And a disgusting taste of collateral damage at each move.
Repulsion for the human and his pride.
So for myself.
Worship for the dirt. That's where I am from.
Responsibility over victimisation.
Traces of time, scars of being.
Creation and destruction.
Accepting contradiction as a tool.
Assuming the master and the slave.
Being the black and the white at the same time.
The cherished and the discarded.
What's useless will get burned.
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