“Because everything is dusty, that’s why is necessary to feather your soul every once in a while” Abel D’andrea. Somehow my silence has become muddy. There are layers of muffled screams boiling under mis skin. Several metaphors singing in harmony.... Continue Reading →
One may choose to become an artist in order to save themselves from a world that is too fetid and putrid. The same as one may create art overwhelmed at some point by overwhelming beauty. Why do you create?
Tu sonrisa es un caleidoscopio.