pickles

Beginning of quarantine. Sitting, waiting, for things to get better, for some sunlight and fresh breeze. I felt like I'm locked in a tiny tiny jar. my skin was getting pale, my eyes were always red, but I was sure, that something good will come out of it if only I change my perspective. fresh cucumbers can't imagine what good can come out of being squizzed in a small salty and garlicky jar, but eventually, they come out, reborn.

Colour Pencils on paper
30cm X 21cm

March 2020