A late-December afternoon, by the Dâmbovița riverbank in Bucharest. A composition made by reality, a very concise story about death and travelling. Maybe the grave belonged to someone that had fallen from a boat and drowned in the river many years ago. What about the hook that is mirrored on the water? Was he / she a pirate? Or that person's death has nothing to do with the river; the boat is just a symbol of death, which is a journey taken on unknown waters. And the sky’s reflection symbolizes the inner journey, infinite and through / to Heaven. The hook is there to remind us that nobody escapes death, but the sky reassures us that it’s not a bad thing.
It is a fragment of a city that has no time to think about death.

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