Lavinia Zoica

Canvas

When we don’t know who we are, we become a blank canvas for people’s dreams and passions. We are walking the world like ghost mannequins until someone finds us, we can then be painted with love, and we can make the painter proud of his masterpiece, or we can be cut into pieces because someone wants to use parts of us, maybe our face or our hands or maybe they decide that they need us without our legs... So they cut us into pieces. Or so they thought.