Sleep, Illysha sleep
video, objects, instalation

A song about the chicken grazing in the field, yellow as the sun, warm and so fragile. Hug her a bit tighter and she’s gone limp in your arms, dead, but still so warm. I’m climbing to the rainbow, it’s so hot, I must be burning. If only I could make it on time… I’m a rocket, I’m certainly a rocket! I have a cold nose like a dog, but I’m burning inside.

Created with Illia Isupov.