drawing > The Hunting Grounds

In our teenage years we gathered in arenas and killed each other for hours in a trance-like state, being reborn after each death. These are the eternal hunting planes, dreamed by the minds of processors and graphics cards, in which our multimillenary predator instincts are released without remorse. I've returned to the same virtual space ten years older. Now it's silent, but otherwise unchanged: the same fiery sky, ochre walls, solid water and labyrinthine tunnels.

The Stairs
pencil on paper
34 x 34 cm
2017
The Arena
crayon on paper
2016
The Passage
crayon on paper
2016
The Temple
crayon on paper
2017
The Fog
crayon on paper
2017
The Tunnel
crayon on paper
2016
The Edge
crayon on paper
2016