There is a search for a voice, for a visual language through which I can speak to you. The mark is an alphabet whereby I compose, words that do not expect to be understood, but to resonate amplifying themselves like a sounding box. The work we discover sounds different in each form that contains it. They are notes, annotations of signs woven into textures and now, we sew our meeting.

There is a search for a voice, for a visual language through which I can speak to you. The mark is an alphabet whereby I compose, words that do not expect to be understood, but to resonate amplifying themselves like a sounding box. The work we discover sounds different in each form that contains it. They are notes, annotations of signs woven into textures and now, we sew our meeting.