The sea of ​​oblivion - El mar del olvido

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.