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GEORGIA (2017)
Haunting Driftwood Sculptures By Japanese Artist Nagato Iwasaki
Nagato Iwasaki is one of those artists you don’t know much about. But his art talks for itself.
The Japan-based artist creates incredible driftwood sculptures. Each of his human-shaped figures can both mesmerize and scare you. The artist manages to create an uneasy feeling using nothing but wood and you can be sure, that if you’d stumble upon one of these sculptures at night, you’d go sleepless for days.
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No eres la ropa que te pones, no eres los sitios que frecuentas, no eres los seguidores que tienes ni los likes que te dan, no eres lo que te hace subir el mal llamado ego.
Eres la ternura con la tratas, el criterio con el que defiendes tus ideas, eres la humildad con la que acaricias a un perro en la calle, eres el respeto con el que tratas a los demás, lo correcto que eres en tus cosas, eso que eres cuando nadie ve, ese verdaderamente eres tu, lo demás es pura decoración esa es la diferencia entre ser y tener.
No quiero que me grites en la calle ni que me trates como si fuera tuya, quiero que me respetes, quiero que no me acoses, no me sigas, no me violes. Estoy cansada de tener que lidiar con treinta ojos siguiendo mis pasos y barbaridades cada vez que me animo a salir. Quiero que callen y no nos callen más.