She is crying because she is tired of all radioactive waste, dirty rubbish waste the human race forces her to swallow.
About me and my artworks, illustrations and photos.
Sometimes I let myself cradled in the cradle of surrealism to dream in the abstract, whose boundless breaks the shackles they were chained in. . I refused to be categorized and in the heat of my rebel spirit, I change my style from day to night.