There are certain worlds, those that we all see, that are made out of streets, houses, trees, people, machines. They’re... Read More
There are certain worlds, those that we all see, that are made out of streets, houses, trees, people, machines. They’re always right before our eyes. And, they’re apparently objective. Then, there’s my world, made out of micro worlds, out of the mingling of shapes, lines and colors that tangle and generate animals, humanoid figures, creatures that are sometimes good, sometimes monstrous, all mixed in a vortex of liveliness and exasperation.
This diptych in particular tells of the confusion of thoughts, a chaotic confusion, a thousand thoughts creating a world of their own, a feeling of being cut off from the world for a world, in a world apart, confused, sometimes sad, sometimes happy.
