ORGANOTROPIA
“The tongue may hide the truth but the eyes—never!”
Mikhail Bulgakov, The Master and Margarita
My fascination with organs has its roots in the mehanics of essentiality and its divine ethno-origins. A tender curiosity that made out of me an irrestistable scalpel lover. Could I have ever been a surgeon? Probably not. Surrealist Ethics combined with paper bio-mechanics are my Credo. “”
A subtle prediliction for merciful darkness allows me to dream amids my papercuts and rebel against Logica Veneranda.
While writing this words, I received the news that my oldest friend’s dear creation, is having the appendix removed. Her tears reminded me the fragility and caprici of our orgOds.
