Sometimes my memories are unclear, blurry, the closer I get the more unclear they are but I remember that they loved me.
Sometimes the only thing we can do is let our heart break a little
When we feel that we don’t belong anywhere else in the world sometimes the table can represent home.
They tell us that our relationships with our parents will affect our love life, maybe they were right.
It’s just flesh, get over it.
Warning: Contains adult content
Time stopped for him, this sculpture immortalizes him.
He once told me that he did not care what I did with him after he died. He said, “Just put my ashes in a coffee can, I don’t care”. I wonder if he still thinks that.
Sometimes, I just like to make creepy stuff.