Small textures that inspire us in the present, reflecting a remote past. Emotions, sensations, small memories, that mark us and cross our thoughts.
Through time, this, distant and present in the soul of the raw earth, transports in our imagination, shapes, shadows, in a brushstroke, in an opaline transparency.
The brown and the brick, always present in my past, the browned yellow and the blues in the immensity of chance. The white this raw, icy stone, in an assumed cut, to convey impact.
Then the red, intense, suffering, in a connection to the reflected origins, starting as the beginning of something strong and decisive.