In the apparent emptiness, created by the tumult which surrounds it, created by the tumult which inhabits it, is the Individual. The arena is the circus where our internal struggles are played until we let go, until we deliver. Sounds sense lies both in the expressed form that occupies the space, but also in the emptiness created by the form. The human being is defined by what he is, that is to say in relation to those around him, but also with the environment that surrounds him.
