Would it be true that I’m disappearing? Becoming invisible? Or just sedated by this world full of inverted values?

Am I being blinded by so many false truths? Or just getting used to seeing the world through this veil of illusions?

Am I still here? Breathing? Alive?

How to silence the duality of the mind not to live in disaffection?

How only to exist? Yes, exist, in its purest and deepest meaning.

How to wake up and really open my eyes?

Deconstruct to expand?

Feel pain to, finally, feel love?

Would it be love, with all its simplicity and complexity, the answer to so many questions?

Would it be?


In this new series of photographs I share with the observer intimate reflections and questions about existentialism.

All photographs from this series have 10 copies but the interventions are hand made one by one making each artwork unique.

Photography + interventions with oil paint and 100% cotton lines.