Beyond the intimacy
There is nothing.
There is but flesh,
And whirling atoms.
A whale in the sky
Watchdog
Cactus Malta
Cry from the heart
Heads of birds
Never alone
On the route with the fishes
On the route with the snails
Pied à terre
Santa mal despalda
Springtime
Stray dogs
Swimming with jellyfishes
Take root
The end of the rainbow
The feet in the void
The head in the clouds
The monkey cry
The octopus
The pilot whales
The revange of the octopus
The shark cry
The snail castle
The yellow dog
Under the mountain
Waiting time
A lost heart
Animals of the abyss
At the end of the day
Boredom
Box
Fight
Flight
Fragile
Hidden
Hungry
Jump
Lost
Relax
Rock
Sad
Scared
Slow
Wet
Worried
My notebooks go wherever I go.
They are objects that close and conceal. Then they become a place for all experiments.
Sometimes they serve as a support for future work ideas, sometimes they are completed pieces.
They are constantly floating between those two states.
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