Taiyo KimuraUntitled
Nineteen figures most likely made of clay. Their naked bodies with no evidence of sex to be spotted are crammed in a box covered with a crystal clear sheet of glass. Standing there next to each other, they’re rather busy squeezing their necks with their hands as if trying hard to get some air. The thing is, none of them happens to have a head to do that job. Seemingly, the heads sit on the necks, but there is a little problem…the glass separating them from the bodies. Eyes bulged out, tongues stuck out. In the vain quest for oxygen.
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