Do you see the zebras? I wanna said something about the image, but nothing come to my mind. I'm tired of speaking to my self day by day, without feed back. I'm as tired as the zebras. Zebras are the representation of vulnerability in all the beings. Violence in the silence of the lambs. Like a hunted zebra. like an abused child. The violence signature could be beauty, I'm thinking in a room covered with thousands of zebra's skins. The lines in black, and white, the texture of those lines. Now i got it. I remember what i was thinking when I did these drawing. I used to look for the pictures from the victorian age; those pictures post mortem. Did you know the people from the victorian age had a machine to place the corpse still, to take the picture post mortem? So I read than whenever some one die, the first thing they did was call the photographer to take a picture post mortem. Then my drawing is all about the machine, the corpses and the pictures.