As strangely as it looks, these are real, handmade frames, but in a bit altered state. They mimic the melting process and you can’t really use them to frame anything. They are so unrecognizable, yet you can’t stop looking at them, the fine and subtle way they flow down the wall is simply captivating. They represent breaking with usual ways of art exhibiting, and denying the properties of composition. The word revolt is one of the first term that comes to my mind, rebellion against common styles that tradition offered us for so long. They slide on the edge between the deformed and beautiful, strange, fantastic and familiar and so-called normal.