Art is a strength, and it works as a polishing tool for us human beings.
As I express myself, it takes away the brutality of the living chaos, of the power, reproduced in the surface of something.
I bear a shadow, and it is me. It follows my movements, my body reveals the shadow, so my body is the cause of the shadow. It prevents an accurate observation because I always find myself, like a stone in my path, in front of my vision. The more the light falls on my body, the more possible its visualisation and form, the more precise the form and the clearer its non-substance. The more the light tilts, the bigger it gets, and this is the battle.
What I see outside is within me, it is not necessarily what I am, but that somehow composes me because it is in front of me and I can perceive it, like a veil. I am the one who observes; I cannot see something without going along. I am everywhere I go. At the same time, it prevents me from seeing myself because my eyes can see what is around me, I can decide where I want to look, but it is not possible to look at myself, to look where my eyes are.
With my eyes closed, I realize that they are still blinking, but now, I turned towards the abyss of my being, the primordial chaos in search of individuality.
“The earth was formless and void, and darkness was over the surface of the deep. And the Spirit of God was hovering over the surface of the waters. ” Genesis 1:2