简介：he white wings of a dove seem to come out of the darkness of the infinite night of the soul. As if lhe white wings of a dove seem to come out of the darkness of the infinite night of the soul. As if looking for an escape route, the dove plows through the space of a house, flies grazing over a house of cards, flies over a baroque table set … The television screen, teeming with pixels, swallows the eye projecting it into an unknown deep space of nature technological. Visions of...详情
