Lóbrego

The reflection that is projected on the water, the movement of the sling that blur it, the lines of the image I would like to see, but I only find myself in space again and again. A cloudy space that relates to the squid that when it feels threatened triggers ink, behind it in contact with the water both fluids are mixed until the figure disappears. This ink envelops the body and connects it with excess and drowning, with the desperate search for its reflection that disappears the figure of what might or may not be your body.

two confronted bodies that contract and expand quietly, which do not load, do not load.

One looks at it through the reflection, the other only emerges.