I N H A B I T

The art has been my ally to explain things what a five-minutes conversation couldn't explain. It's is a fusion, because, talking through pictures and timeless spaces phrases, also mental landscapes are the most subtle behaviors that I've discovered.

My body is always moving. Being 100mph, walking, being totally immobile in bed, be in my house, on the street, or in an unknown place. Under all those special characteristics there is only one that reign over all, beyond my environment, within unpredictable things.

Just right there, look at me, It wouldn't be my face.

Then, if you can look at me you'd see a perforated seed like a nest exalted by a neck that came from the infinity. Attenuated by a dense cloud of thoughts that in this scale I feel too solid, well, we've gone forward through very subtle spaces of my existence.

An orbit of thoughts that they're fluttering inside my mind. See though them is like discover that my thoughts aren't even completely mine.

Thoughts of fear and love are living around the nest

Screenshots and voices. They're blended to give conclusions summoned from inside. From there it has created everything what my face shows. Relationships and works are outcomes from there subtle movements of this space.

I'm wondering if it is imaginable for the reader put him/her-self into this nest. If at this moment They are idealizing it that everlasting and infinite space without a name. There's only my name.

Deeper inside there are sentimental rings, we can see how those emotions are going through them and making them blow up.

Here, near to the nest everything is quiet, so quiet that It is disturbing.

This show of emotions, feelings, and thoughts is lighting up outside the nest. But inside the darkness seems to be so dense that somebody could collide with them and break their bones.

We're lucky that in this imaginary journey we can reduce ourselves to a particle of perception made only for see it. If we don't have bones, we can enter.

Kilometers of solumbra, we seems wandering without an path, we don't even know what we could discover and we started suspecting nothing.

Then, we started feeling like we need quibble us. By now we don't have thoughts. Feelings and sensations are becoming one and the movements don't required space neither time.

Here everything is cool, the sun is drawing cloud with its bright dramatic light on a lagoon centered in a Meadow. In the background there's a spiral fragment drawn by trees that they surpassed in size.

When someone speak to me, when something happen, when I perceive something, it must pass through the barrier of my thoughts and feelings for reach up to this point, here, where I can only see it, without influences and oxygenated suggestion.

It is here where the concepts can be break, discern and compare with everything that it is already here, With contact we can wake up new conditions that I didn't know and were sleeping inside me.