As if a thread that weaves us together at times becomes a silent enemy and pulls us to places we don't even consciously want. We dozed over altered states that we never wanted to kiss, and if we did, we don't remember it today. we collide with each other, manipulated by impulsive anemic states that seem to possess us, and we become puppets of forces that surpass our will. Like black ink that drips and covers the vision, dragged by a chipped and slippery floor that prevents us from straightening out, let's go. Each step multiplies the weight of a load, until an angel reveals our gaze and makes us see the anxious attachment we have towards a personality that doesn't really exist. It is there when time dissolves and I enter into harmony with something that is beyond my voice. The explanation loses meaning in linearity. Timelessness gives us a sacred moment of peace, where the sky envelops the conscience, and even if it is for a second, for a sigh, I am free.
Acrylic on canvas 20x30 cm
With the obtaining of this digital piece, the original will be sent to you as well.
