Noises

Noises

I don't even know why I do it I just do. I do it because it hits hard, Maybe portal, maybe not. In any case, whenever I can, I do it!

There is a dark side But it's a weird dark side It's kind of part of me I don't know how to explain In the ink stains of the canvas traces of these noises will always be.

I make feelings, I make imagination, I make reality and reflection! Everything to generate liberation Mine, yours, of anyone. Liberation in the whole sense of the thing Like freedom to be. Like a bird beating its wings in the dawn breeze.

Description of the physical work.

Noises. Acrylic on kraft paper. 21x30 cm. 2k23.