A totally unpredictable event. A tragedy that has never happened in our personal memory. A situation that takes a lot from us, from many, their lives. One of the few possibilities to leave home is the primary need for food: shopping. This work of mine expresses the feeling that a primary need that must be satisfied also turns into a prison. The feeling that it no longer corresponds to freedom but to a further prohibition. The trolley takes a voice and shouts: WAITING, QUEUE, BOREDOM, NERVOUSNESS, LOOKS, LOWERED EYES, SUSPICION, DISTANCE.

All this will have to return to normal and we should return to being human.