I want to be him. Anyone can silence the world out there by taking a bath and covering his own face, but doing so in style? Only for the selected few. Which I why I can only assume that yellow barrier is an extra layer of distance, ensuring all the noise, negativity of the outside world stay right there, outside. What a guy.

It may be Kyiv but this version could be pictured by Murakami.

I see a mafioso who "paints houses" but doesn't leave just any blood trail behind. He takes pride in the aesthetic of the proof his job was done, maybe for the police to appreciate.

I can't decide whether to applaud her for keeping her grace and poise while she bleeds, or to instead reprimand her for her obsession to record with a selfie what should be instead a moment of urgency, of despair. In both cases I sense she has made her mind up and couldn't care less about any observer

I love how the sculpture looks in the snow. Could the devil's hands be beautiful after all? Could he be a creature in Pan's Labyrinth instead of someone who is far away in the land of sulfur and doom? His fingers, if alone, somehow make him more acceptable, more approachable