She is a young mother. She wears a diaphanous white dress which reveals Goddess’ curves. A dark-eyed man leads her out of the cafe. He sits in front of the double-parked taxi. Sunday morning, the street is still empty.
She is dragging a little girl of about four by the arm. She too is dragging a dirty and disjointed plush bunny.
The driver opens the rear door. She grabs the child by the waist to sit her on the back seat. Against all odds, she resists. She is whining and rebelling. As a loving and conscious mother, she kneels in front of her daughter, equal to equal, and speaks to her softly to convince her to comply.
It is without counting on the little one’s determination!
The father remains stoic. He is staring straight ahead at the street. The driver clings to the door. A certain annoyance wins him. A few cars pile up and watch the tragedy unfold.
While talks are underway, pretending to keep absolute control over the situation, the mother takes poses… She tries to impress us.
Of course! She is the embodiment of carnal, spiritual and sacred motherhood.
Feeling our gazes transcends her. The entire street is watching in her direction.
Each posture is an illustration for a glossy manual, for the use of the perfect parents or “how to master the art of education, and communication in full awareness?”
For a perception and management of situations and emotions, without stress or violent behavior, so that your toddler can grow and flourish serenely and in confidence.
However, the Goddess appears unprepared in front of such hostility.
Without further considerations, she uploads her daughter tightly, head first, in the cab's rear.
Now the little devil braces herself, screaming red-faced.
The firsts horns blowing resound. Frustration in all parts shows.
The father turns around and shouts a few words at her in an unfamiliar language. The Goddess is in a trance. She slaps her daughter unceremoniously, as if to knock her out. Taking advantage of a suspended moment, she pushes her against her sweaty body, her arms are like ties. She draws her into the taxi. It is as witnessing a kidnapping!
In the heat of the moment, as the driver slams the door sharply, stifling the yellings, it propels the rabbit into the air.
As the car pulls away, flabbergasted by this epilogue, our eyes converge on the collateral victim, the rabbit who lies there, orphan, in the gutter.
She is dragging a little girl of about four by the arm. She too is dragging a dirty and disjointed plush bunny.
The driver opens the rear door. She grabs the child by the waist to sit her on the back seat. Against all odds, she resists. She is whining and rebelling. As a loving and conscious mother, she kneels in front of her daughter, equal to equal, and speaks to her softly to convince her to comply.
It is without counting on the little one’s determination!
The father remains stoic. He is staring straight ahead at the street. The driver clings to the door. A certain annoyance wins him. A few cars pile up and watch the tragedy unfold.
While talks are underway, pretending to keep absolute control over the situation, the mother takes poses… She tries to impress us.
Of course! She is the embodiment of carnal, spiritual and sacred motherhood.
Feeling our gazes transcends her. The entire street is watching in her direction.
Each posture is an illustration for a glossy manual, for the use of the perfect parents or “how to master the art of education, and communication in full awareness?”
For a perception and management of situations and emotions, without stress or violent behavior, so that your toddler can grow and flourish serenely and in confidence.
However, the Goddess appears unprepared in front of such hostility.
Without further considerations, she uploads her daughter tightly, head first, in the cab's rear.
Now the little devil braces herself, screaming red-faced.
The firsts horns blowing resound. Frustration in all parts shows.
The father turns around and shouts a few words at her in an unfamiliar language. The Goddess is in a trance. She slaps her daughter unceremoniously, as if to knock her out. Taking advantage of a suspended moment, she pushes her against her sweaty body, her arms are like ties. She draws her into the taxi. It is as witnessing a kidnapping!
In the heat of the moment, as the driver slams the door sharply, stifling the yellings, it propels the rabbit into the air.
As the car pulls away, flabbergasted by this epilogue, our eyes converge on the collateral victim, the rabbit who lies there, orphan, in the gutter.
