Artist's description:

We cut down the trees in the forest on the hill. What’s left of it now are just dry, sharp stubs. We built our wall with their wood. We dug into the other side of the hill. We dug in so deep, that it needs support not to collapse. There are no more meadows under the hill, just endless fields. We take all the crops, but there is still so much famine. There are no more coral reefs in the sea. It’s full of algae now. Algae that feeds on the bubbles of our filth. We are the same. We build walls instead of giving a comforting hand, we undermine people instead of supporting them. We let them collapse. We take from them what we can, emotional and material. We take everything and when in the end there is nothing left, we leave. And then we wonder, how someone can see the sun in a different way that us.

Materials used:

ink on paper

Otherworld #07 (2017)


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This artwork is sold by Jure Ž. Florjančič from Slovenia

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