Fog Off, 2012

Floating in the waves of winter streets, where lampposts are early on and the sky involves us in a grey costume.
Trees are full covered with magnetic tape. There are no changing lights around. Time does not pass.
April 2012 was a big screen made of cold and dark spaces to me. I lost eyesight, i forgot my name and where i lived.
I began to draw color shapes in the air while feeling rare structures in the emptiness. Undecipherable relations between objects appeared in front of my unknown phyche which like a knitting needle, tried to sew the specters of my new reality.