Blue

She's like a sister of Yellow, another piece I made in the same day of this one. One completes the other. At that time, I was in relationship that suffocated my voice but I was too young and submitted to the romanticism of pain. (Yes, who doesn't, right?). I think, unconsciously I felt suffocated by the lack of words expressed. And then, three years later, describing this piece, they make sense why I made it and why it means a lot to me.