"To be happy we must accept that we are not perfect." I heard this sentence a long time ago and I listened to it again a few days ago just as I was writing this statement and I decided to use it as an opening. How conditioned are we by perfection? Above all, we artists dedicate ourselves to it body and soul, we make it a mission and we are often overwhelmed by it. But perfection is liquid, it does not belong to this world and it is a mere illusion of our minds. In a parallel universe, however, we can be whatever we want, naked without fear, we can fly over fields and stormy seas and nothing will ever scratch us. We can imagine ourselves floating and perfect as we make the right decisions or ...