The piece is a trip inside the mind of a tormented and despert man... The reality and imagination are one, in his illusions, a shade of a woman appears, togehter thea pass through his real and made up memories. in the place where the illusion lives, time stops. The gloomy life compare to the endless ride of illusion, both lead nowhere... Bitterfly. (Quelle: Begleittext)
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Or Marin, Oran Nachum