Improvisation in silence, with the sounds of the studio during summer days.
The game of chaos, of experimentation, of learning. Everything mixes, with a lost look. Improvisation, layers of color, strokes, marks, nothing makes sense until it starts to make sense, little by little the pieces fit together, similar to life itself.
Need to tell things, to leave a mark, to understand the world, which is always modern and ancient.
Almost nothing matters.
