Untitled / 2012

The roots grow in the opposite direction to these drawings. The instinct moves a hand that makes each line subject to the next. Each ink spot indicates the direction to follow or marks an end.

They are stories from the outside in, they are exposed, they want to be observed. Like small constellations, arranged and mixed throughout the surface of the room. They fill walls as if they were night skies full of people chatting, full of conversations that we could have.