Pimpollo and I in the #RV5404

Art enables us to find ourselves and lose ourselves at the same time. The mind that respond to the intellectual and the spiritual values that lie hidden in a poem, a painting, or a piece of music, discovers a spiritual vitality that lifts it above itself, takes it out of itself; and makes it present to itself on a level of being that it did not know it could ever achieve.
— Thomas Merton, 'No Man Is an Island'

in my own words

Ovals as meditation.

Glass boxes filled with cut or broken glass and organic elements.

Lines, light and time.

Experiencing its changes, openings and expansion.

Don't fail to amaze me the reflections and projections created by the interventions in windows or the sculptures when they are illuminated by the sun, how they fluctuate from two-dimensional to three-dimensional or vice versa.

The projections and shadows on floors and walls creates new works as time passes. The work itself fades to live outside of itself. It is in this perceived impermanence where the work reside.