What happens if we embark on an inner journey, towards the depth of ourselves?
Lydia and I had this question. We imagined a world where our logic cannot enter, populated by ancient creatures, equipped with primordial wisdom, whose language you can only perceive as a slight breeze.
A guardian rises at the entrance, preventing the two worlds from contamination. She is willing to leave everything, her confidence, her ego, her knowledge…
Only if we divest ourselves of all protection and surrender completely, will he be able to enter.
So here it is: the final sketch. Enjoy!