My depictions want to express the traumas that we inherited that became part of our identities over the years and that we are continuously brushing off. I want to bring them to life, give them a space, respecting all forms of otherness. It’s a battle against time, space and everything fading away. One last tribute before it all falls into oblivion. One last attempt to keep a memory of, a trace of I create because I am trying to remember... May be I will know why I am angry. May be I’ll be free.

Prisca Munkeni Monnier

i lost my keys and i can’t go home, i don’t remember how... i forgot... May be I never knew…

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