an illusion that is not ashamed to be real
duality plays in this monochromatic spectacle, between illusion and reality, between plane and volume,the object sits as a fracture of perception; what we know is questioned by what we see
why not be blue?
why not be impossible?
an act of rebellion against the usual order, a monochromatic treatment, a delicious paradox, something simple that seems to become absurd, but through use this absurdity becomes necessary. the object is form, experience, it invites you to accept the fragility of reality, to laugh at conventions because sometimes reality is too serious.
biting blue apples is a choice, an exercise in freedom, a gesture against rigidity, because after all, some drink coffee as a drug, others as joy,
that's life, that's art; I'm like you and you're like me,
the world has enough red and green apples,
