WHO KILLS CONSTANU00c7A 2017 WORK IN PROGRESS

I found out I was murdered. Who killed that piece of me? Days after death we had a funeral. We danced crazy, excited, and feral. We cried and laughed without control. After this ritual we went to an inhospitable mountain and buried the only thing left of it: an empty head.

Now I and my sisters are looking for the killer.

This work is a work in progress and is only known to have begun in 2017. The images will be placed over the years revealing all the police investigation carried out so far.