




Secret Dog, Private Dock (2019) 拼贴 由 Toby Leon
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卖家 Toby Leon
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限量版 份数 : 15.
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- 可用份数 1
- 外形尺寸 高度 32in, 宽度 24in
- 艺术品状况 艺术品完好无损
- 是否含画框 此作品未装裱
- 分类 拼贴画 低于US$500 观念艺术 奇妙
At his feet sits Cerberus, the three-headed beast known in mythology as the guardian of the underworld. Traditionally, Cerberus was a symbol of fear and death, preventing the dead from leaving the underworld. Here, Cerberus is reimagined as a faithful companion. Speaking to the irony of rebirth with his 3 heads fixed on the past, the present, and the future. Impossible to separate, no matter how fast we run from man’s best friend.
In overcoming the trials of our personal underworlds, we often find ourselves running away from the very chaos that forged our evolution, the very chaos that made this new version of ourselves possible in the first place, whether we were ready for the change or not. Yet, it is only by acknowledging and embracing these trials that we truly find freedom from them. And the private dock, connecting the safety of home with a wide open sea of possibility, serves as a metaphor for this liminal space of transformation. Of evolution through acceptance. Of finding wholeness in between. It is here, in this moment of quiet reflection, that we find the freedom to become our best selves. Leaving you to the quiet reflection of nothing much, just for a moment, while you wait to ride off anywhere but here…
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