Tami Zafeiropoulou

i see an exit

exhibition was it

 

figures standing on thread

my heart hangs by a thread

my tears connect only by a thread

 

shadows, metallic figures

mouldy walls

 

i choose to enter this dimension

i choose to bring my soul along

it’s been so long

 

a tunnel

a road full of twists and turns

a high mountain

 

at end of the road there was a cliff 

i stopped at the edge

there was a fine line