Art is a hall of mirrors which you can get trapped in. Sometimes, it’s all about finding your way out. Marisa’s piece reconciles past practices with her present reality, and reflects where she is at personally and creatively.
Hessian, dog poo bags, second-hand dog ornament no one wanted, acrylic paint, printing ink.
Art is born from mistakes; for if you do not dare to touch the brush, the needle, the pen, you will never create. Creation comes from destruction. Whatever you create you can kill. Reincarnate it into something new. There is no end, only contemporaries. Even the pages of this zine can be revoked, started anew.
Created by Marisa Crane