The sea of oblivion - El mar del olvido
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Dates2021 - Ongoing
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I inhabit a limbo of impossible cartography, in which time does not exist, in which I do not seem to exist myself. An infinite drift of freedom
Naked woman, shadow, snail
I inhabit a limbo of impossible cartography, in which time does not exist, in which I do not seem to exist myself. An infinite drift of freedom.
I have opened the doors to uncertainty, asking infinite questions to the sea, turning the wind into an archive of voices, cracking the world without certainties.
Oblivion is a door, a refuge.
Here everything is born and dies without ceasing. Here everything begins again.