At times I would like reality to be this chaotic, and that through the balance of the internal movement of the work, the elements are organized to achieve harmony. (Like this to infinity).
The useless theatricality lies implicit in the previous creative moment. The art piece is proof of this. The theatrical movement existed and the effect of the cause is undeniable. The futility of my actions leads me to melt into the illusion of my creation.
I will never be able to live in the dream world that I give, but I can live through it.
In the eyes of the viewer, the possibility of working with the imaginary is presented, since the ritual of the moment of drawing remains hidden and this opens the way to intrigue.
The observer must explore its entrails and interpret the movement that the piece tells us through the lines.
It is letting go and letting go.
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