They are the faces that move within, interpreting the myriad experiences of human life and the dialogue with the inner world. These faces, suspended in the depths, manifest as splashes in matter, in blood, in energy. They swell, express, explore, and explode: they are what we are, what exists.

Like in a mirror, a kiss, the body that drips with unknown matter. This occurs within, a monochrome scent where dynamism is essential. It is its will that moves silently, like a cat, in that strangeness that celebrates uniqueness.

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A body slipping away from its boundaries, transforming into pure energy. Matter seems to rebel against form, evoking a liquid dance between chaos and order. The piece explores the fragility of being, the tension between what defines us and what escapes us, suggesting that identity is an unstoppable current, never finished.

_._Esv, curatorial contribution_._