Started with wonderful enthusiasm only to have forgotten it some days, distractions always come perhaps to divert you to "comfort," yet the thought turned there. A few days of absence, of emptiness, of suspension, like an arrow from the bow flies through the air until it acenters the target. Here is this, the travel time, is the perceived emptiness, fast, very fast almost immisurable this passage. Yet you sense it, the differnce, even if that arrow has hit the target it displaces you. What do I do now? well an intuition I have, I will tune into those vibrations created by the arrow, ivisible, intangible you will say, buth no ! imagine throwing a stone into the water, how many rings, ripples are created? infinitely! Anyway let's stay on the present, I live day by day and enjoy it, and that's the magic. And you, who read, you have empty senses, you know how to "fill" them, you enjoy the present, do you know how to do that?

Artwork Size & Ink Base:

80x80cm acrilyc and enamel on canvas