Mixed media

This work will be presented in May 2022


Short Story

This project unexpectedly started in May 2017, with an entry in my notebook. Here is the note:


"The wind blows so fiercely that, even though I keep my lips closed, sand enters into my mouth. 

 Red dominates in all possible directions. If anything though, above me, traces of white appear at times in the sunset sky, like dense Titanium white. I always thought that the sand of the desert would be yellow/gray like that on the beaches, but here it is a red mixture of pink, orange and purple. Being in the most open place I have a hard time breathing. The air feels heavy, so the supposedly empty space between my body and the upper limit of the atmosphere, oppresses. The horizon ceased to be the line that separates matter into two states, here it all feels solid."