Twenty small images (conceptually ex-voto) on secluded and minor ex-green worlds -otherwise detached, are put together and arranged as an installation.
It's an odd compendium, evoked by Brian Eno's song another green world : words sung randomly and repeated over the time, a remote effort of picturing some lost habitats.
Noteworthily not much remains of them. Mass tourism, greenwashing and personal disillusionment set aside every green and consolatory horizon, generating unsteadiness.
Nowdays, in order to be effective, every storytelling must rely upon illustration's pop-tones.
Nowdays, in order to be effective, every storytelling must rely upon illustration's pop-tones.
