The bomb that will bring us together

A devastating explosion burns the pulpit to ashes and people yeld. Fighter planes overfly capital cities and villages, while shock troops take advantage of confusion to seep into houses dragging out women, blasting away, shooting dogs and chicken. Agnese is going to death with her mud-soaked shoes, bearing in mind the soldier who shot to her husband's cat, just to make them suffer a little bit more: powerlessness and humiliation.
I do surrend to your violence not to be a traitor nor a whore: even if just to be a martyr.
collage and assemblage, little plastic statue, little plastic plane, plasticine®, door metal plate, in Ikea® frame 16x16x3 cm., 2011