I still feel
For me, painting could be a door to memory, a way to reconstruct an image. I understand the moment with mostly found materials. I am wanting, in this way, to catch the uncatchable. The process, this time, consisted of found objects and used paint which I use to draw a road to the viewer. I am retrieving a symbolic language that already contains these residues. Cloth, paper or paintings have their own identity, their own mark. In that way they can be rearranged to their liking, imparting a sense of metamorphosis or rebirth. Re-inventing their dichotomy or existence. Why we are more than flesh and bones? Or compressed memory? Perhaps the shades define us, like the diagonals of this city? I start from here, inviting you to join in a game of questions but the times are silent.