My father had inherited me a color, I went on a journey to find it. I didn't know how it looked like, no one in my family had seen it since then. I didn't know if it still existed. The Beetle told me I could find that color at The Summer Mountains but there are no mountains anymore or good luck birds. 
"The Imaginary color" 2017. Self-portrait triptych. Digital photography. C-Print. 42x60cm each
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