All Aboard My Emptiness

ETERNITY WITHOUT ANY THICKNESS: Art, like a river, needs to follow its own course. It needs to be thought of as flowing in the world through the universes. It was with tenderness that I discovered this source. I saw it born from my eyes, transforming into a stream from which I always drank. It dammed into a lake, patiently waiting until the day it burst, exploding into a strong and powerful river, with torrents and fierce tributaries that fed on it, gaining tributaries and touching mills, even in the face of the sun and drought. With the right will, I will pour into the soul of the world, never to be forgotten, until the last man. Mimetically inserted in spaces of questions, coloring tears...View all