Don’t Touch

Try not to contact An early stage shape, a white bowl where orchestrate uninhibitedly lighting sticks as intoxicating incenses or a fluctuating get sticks that draw in our longing of light, along with an overpowering craving of contacting it lightly.‎ But… Don’t Touch: a cutoff we set upon ourselves, a reflection break, allowing the nature to follow through to its logical end, looking the wizardry, without mediating with our violence.‎ Don’t Touch is a solicitation, an admonition, in a period where, all that we contact, we obliterate irremediably.‎ Matt dim techno-polymer storm cellar and matt white stems.‎