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.

Diary - A story of possibles

Personal deformation I

Personal deformation II

I still remember how to play

Remaining elements

Narrative elements on the move

In view of a possible I

In view of a possible II

An unexpected sign

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