Everyone dies of himself
The caducity, the water, a photograph, a dream, the blood, the stomach and the heart
The caducity, the water, a photograph, a dream, the blood, the stomach and the heart
Cotton flowers and a couple of tips on how to combine creativity and actual work
A new work in large format and the usual escape from the head
Still working on the concept of control; how to get out of it and why
A new job and how art can help you merge with the world
The need to re-educate oneself to non-perfection, and immersion in different worlds
Thoughts and paranoia as the threads flow between the fingers and through the impalpable fabric
Art is a wild animal and whoever tries to capture it, the plague will catch him
Is art pain or is pain art? And how to create purity by remaining neutral despite yourself
The violence and inevitability of free will, which overwhelmingly invades everyone's life