Something important
He took me out of his pocket and quietly showed me to his friend. His friend said: “I’ve got one myself.”
He put me back in his pocket. An hour later he reached out in his pocket to make sure I was there.
I think they were fighting. I don’t know what happened, but he bent over and I rolled out of his pocket. There was a van and its door opened. Somebody got out and I too rolled out and kept rolling until a dry leaf stopped me before I hit the tree on the pavement.
He put me back in his pocket. An hour later he reached out in his pocket to make sure I was there.
I think they were fighting. I don’t know what happened, but he bent over and I rolled out of his pocket. There was a van and its door opened. Somebody got out and I too rolled out and kept rolling until a dry leaf stopped me before I hit the tree on the pavement.
Something important, Mixed media, 12 x 15 x 12 cm, 2016
