Empty inside

It reminds me of the clear waters of the Canary Islands and the diversity of the spicers under the sea

Standing in front of a mirror that can talk. Looks to me like the reflection of a missing person. He had a lot to say, but didn’t have the words.

haven’t seen you in so long i can’t even portray your features

even if the window is the same, not everyone sees the same thing. the view depends on the gaze.

I wonder where the trace of the line lead to, it seems to be blocked inside the frame yet the line goes beyond it, eager to be extend outside of the frame. Just like a mirroring image of the self, restrained by the self, yet eager to break free

Very captivating

While I’m looking at it, I was asking myself who I want to project in this work. Who is so present in my subconsciousness that I want to see him in this work? I love that it is up to the observer to fill the green.

But… you can be the next!

It’s like seeing myself reflected in a water mirror, Thinking about Narcissus… he was maybe merely another of us who, in our unshatterable isolation, recognized, on seeing his reflection, the one beautiful comrade, the only inseparable love… And maybe it’s not only him but also the lake could see, in the depths of his eyes, his own beauty reflected.

Our future is gone with you. But your space is filled with your shapes that will always be with me.

‘Aber’ is a big part of this art piece. There is something trying to be explained aber… there seems to be nothing or to be an emptiness existing, while something is there. Therefore the is no emptiness neither void. There is something in what seems to be empty and fragile. Powerful.