“…abstract everydayness,  
orange blossom perfume 
sprouting already old,  
souls stuck in time  
…through time,  
the emotion of a perception 
that floats in the air without meaning,  
…with all the meaning  
tools never received but built,  
a path made between steps and falls...  
and that music that plays 
even when it doesn't play...”


Created with watercolor, ink, enamel, acrylic, graphite on 300gr paper and digitally edited.

“Abstract Everydayness”

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"...like a smothered bonfire,  
Like a starfish on the shore at low tide,  
like filling a hot air balloon with icy air,  
like absence of oxygen in the torrent..."

Watercolor, Ink, Acrylic, Enamel and Graphite on 300gr Paper and digitally edited.

“Burden”

"I hear the sound of a delayed synapse, 
a recounting of anachronistic events, 
a heaviness of a clock that rusts a memory 
that can no longer tolerate any more updates..."

Watercolor, ink, acrylic, enamel and graphite on 300gr paper.

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“Delayed Sinapse”

“…there is a journey within the journey,  
a lost search before beginning it,  
a confinement trapped in a no-walls dream,  
a muted cry in a drowned desert...”


Watercolor, Ink, Acrylic, Enamel, Graphite and Charcoal on 300gr Paper, 30cm x 42cm, and digitally edited.

“Bisiesto”

“So what if it's too far away?  
So what if I never get there?  
So what if the road ends sooner?  
So what if the perfume fades?  
So what if it was never meant for me?  
…what if it were the opposite?”

watercolor, ink, acrylic, enamel, graphite on 300gr paper and digitally edited.

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“So What”

"...my mind and my prison,  
my jailer and my key,  
my patio with low ceiling,  
my deceptive freedom,  
the shadows  
on the walls of my cave; 
I am my allegory.”  

Watercolor, ink, acrylic, enamel and graphite on 300gr Paper and digitally edited.  


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“Allegory”

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“There is a word between million words  
that sounds the same as itself,  
even if some letters were stolen  
it refuses to mean anything more, or anything less...  
a word in expansion that resists pruning...  
a word we will discover and make our refuge.”

Watercolor, acrylic, ink, enamel, graphite, chalk on 640gr paper and digitally edited.

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