BLIND OWL


The little friend

Who do you think you are anyway

Wall

The Door

Ghajar

The little friend as a sketch

Layered

Carcass

No, I don’t call her with a name

Brain damage

Incomprehension

Layered eyes

Hidden Installation

With each moment that I past

I am almost there

Blue

Layered eyes

Escape

Beyond the fears

Dancing girl

This home

Lost

Illusions

The sleep of oblivion

The silence

Rhythm is a dancer

Break me

A kind of delicious pain

The place

Desire