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DAVID LULIC
My first memory was not a lullaby. It was sirens swallowing the night.
My mother covering windows. Television light on frightened faces. buildings learning how to disappear.
I grew up believing beauty was temporary. That every room could become a ruin.
Maybe that's why I build worlds before they burn.
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HYBRIDS
Moving image works.
Hybrid forms between fashion, film, and installation.
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