Grease pencil on paper
83 x 136 cm
I got used to living in the middle of the ocean with never a glimpse at the dry land.
I feed on algae and small fish and drink the salty water of the sea.
I have no expectations, except an eternal flight over endless waves, no safe and solid rock for me to land.
A castaway turned into giant seagull, a solitary rover, free and melancholic.