Several months ago I had a sad discussion, one of those that occurs due to have different opinions, life generation, education received and I turned my anger and impotence into this illustration. It's just an object, an idealized object, a "live" container but empty and incomplete, indolent, as if it had no value by itself. And because, many people has this cruel vision. And then... I forgot my own drawing.
Chacking my old sketches in the Procreate gallery, there it was. And why not to show it?