Painting worked from free improvisation.
Tchaikovsky plays and with a lost gaze the game develops. Color, line, shape... without thinking, letting things happen... accepting everything... taking advantage of everything.
Only painting and without forcing, Nature, animals, shapes that we sense as recognizable appear...
Work built in multiple layers, the new covers the old but always leaves its trace. As in the life of a person or as in the evolution of a species. We only see the present moment but many things have happened previously that, in some way, are there.
We adapt to the environment and move forward, everything disappears but leaves its legacy in our genetics and our culture.
Need to tell things, to leave a mark, to understand the world, which is always modern and ancient.
Nothing matters much... Working with a lost gaze...