The work is a cumulative experience, it poses a game with time.
I started these works years ago, they are some of several that I abandoned. Isolation led me to review discarded material and encounter processes from previous years and the question: how do they all coexist in me?
It is a diachronic work: vestiges or parts of each moment where it was
resumed. And it is synchronous: the elements, apparently unconnected with each other, converge, showing that the unexpected or different can or is capable of coexisting.
It’s a multi-layered narrative with no finalist sense.
The dilation of time was necessary for the different events to dialogue.
Behind melancholic and lonely periods, a primal force can emerge
liberating and luminous, and sometimes so brutal that it pierces the conscience without giving time to analysis.
The colors, the shapes that emerge, overlap, support each other, enhance each other.
The important thing is the energy that is generated in what is united over time.
Even from a time before me.