various materials | voice over | soundeffects
It must have been on the third day.
The first one landed in my neighbours backyard.
The second one in a shopping cart someone had left next to our apartment buiding.
The third one right in my left hand.
I saw it coming, slowly whirling in the wind.
I didn't have to reach for it, it reached for me. It felt familiar.
It reminded me of that day when my father took me to the post office and he held my hand.
That same safe feeling that I had then I have now, holding that bomb.
Hi dad, how are you?
Dad, olive oil and acrylic on paper, 100 x 150 cm.