Social Statement

I sit in front of an illusion - birch trees printed on a curtain, neither smelling nor living. They are phantom trees, in someone else's water. A small, fake piece of homeland. I can only look at it, but I can't go in.  I'm drowning, losing touch with reality. Only faith remains: that the forest has not disappeared, but simply hidden, that it will accept me again when the time comes.

Conceptual Photographer, Feminist, Activist.
/statemen founder 
https://linktr.ee/Innamosina

Artist Father & Dog dad to Jungle 
 /anemale /symbolic-citees 
https://foundation.app/mint/eth/0x9157eBC552B90547d75eC96b2C420cDF62e39A08

Thank you so much,  it means a lot of for me ❤️