On this second day that we wake up with a yellowish sky, the idea of ​​sandstorms begins to pass. The charm of the magic setting and a certain mysticism begins to transform itself a little in a post-apocalyptic environment - this ambiguous feeling. If the dream and the memory of desert environments fascinate me on the other side, it scares me. Everything that is in excess ends up having its shadow or negative component, the good becomes bad. Many times I prefer to collect, within my imagination, a place that I know very well, and create other scenarios. Looking to the outside and seeing this whole chaotic and meaningless world, it is preferable to live in very specific spaces where the grammar and symbolism only I know, and whoever is beyond.
Everything has its positive and negative sides - through our predisposition - we can remove both feelings from the same context.