The Tea 
The Typewritter 
The Game 
The Saints
When every object on the house becomes a painful memory because of the recent lost of my dad, I have to deconstruct them, give them another meaning to see them in a different light. Play with them as if I were a child helps me heal, making this scenery of the absurd, that takes me to another place. More than avoiding my pain, is to resignify it. To be able to still have a relationship with them.