Women crying,
men shouting
The former are on a yellow background, with hands of stone they hold a handkerchief to their eye, expressing their only response to the world’s disorders: a tear. The latter are men, and men are hard: they don’t weep, they yell, a silent scream. Instead of speaking, they spit, fuming on a background that is red as anger.
Inspired by cubist portraits in their fragmented images, the shes and the hes compose a story neither of love, nor of destructive passion: It is a dialogue between the uprising of waters and the uprising of flames.








