Mamma, da grande voglio fare la modella; Mom, when I grow up I want to be a model
to you, young creature,
you're going to live the dream of your life,
but that's been torn up too fast ....
You have forgotten that you were experiencing,
you forgot that you were alive,
you forgot the love ... for you and your youth.
E 'was worth sacrificing for your admirers
who could not love you more because you hide behind a veil of hatred for yourself?
But they did not want you, but what you wore
And they wanted to shine behind their idol DRESS.
You're coming into an air polluted and deadly made of dreams and vices ...
He could not see the light in the darkness,
but at some point you have not felt hungry,
your body has surrendered ... you come to an end.
- I'm free now! I do not want to suffer anymore!
You forgot the street your dreams and desires because you loved the most ....
Not even you ....
But now it's gone the way of the output,
you can not tell your suffering,
you that you will remain forever
a young creature.
The work is meant to represent a young model parading the catwalk is fighting between life and death; Unfortunately, although the phenomenon is widespread trying to talk about little or nothing, you want to hide evidence that pass us but we will not take any notice; gaze rarely falls on dell'indossatrice beauty, but that can often cause disagreement and sometimes directed to the unbalanced lifestyle without being too much of the same on the reasons why, but that should not blind us to remain in a world that is no longer obscure, in which information is no longer a taboo. We 'really what a young woman wants for her future ... but if you have chosen a future that will not arrive, we are just simple spectators who can not interact or do not want to interact? And 'most important fashion that we want to follow fashion or a lifestyle choice that leads to death?
The work is composed of white thulle sobering purity and youth and covers his body battered by a life of self-destructive vices represented in the work by the charcoal applied on a compound wood splinters evident and very deep as the signs of a life manipulated. The nails with which they were stopped veils make the imprisonment of the body of a flat dimension as that of a footbridge. The colors of the chosen depict the light of where she comes (yellow), where she is the dark (black) and the blood pours her to achieve her dream (red). The black veil surrounds her face hollowed by illness and sadness that shines from his eyes and his fake smile. The red rose brings together the passion of love, life, blood and fire, but at the same time is its end, as the glue of the tape pasted above.
Dedicated to all the models that have sold their lives to starvation.
A message for parents who do we think we can do something before it's too late. Teach their children to love themselves the most beautiful gift that we can offer.
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