Selfportrait #1
Could we be static dots, lines in movement and planes that acquire volume?
Portrait #1
Portrait #2
Planes, dots and lines have progressively become the companions of fugacity and nature. As basic forms, they are the essential elements in the process of creation, composition, organization and relationship; so, suddenly, in an attack of restlessness and innocence I decided to take a pen and a few pieces of forgotten papers and explore them roughly, giving them a daily sense, a daily chronicle, a value and social rediscovery that will be shaped ... and that, I assure you.
Lines, dots and circles ... deformed, stressed and pressed. Organisms with full life in gestation, members of a whole, units of the whole. Synthesized numbers.
Content cells…
With holes to in and holes to out.
With lines to guide,
with lines projecting paths,
mutilated.
Creditors of a core,
Mutilated.
With layers and layers of cover,
that encapsulate an unattainable essence.
Protected by islands of experiences,
pristines;
And by natural memories,
questionables.
And for theirs relationships
That deform and distort,
that destroy what is left.
Untitled
Back to back
No space to travel - No room to cover
As always...