Lines, textures, colors, basic ingredients for the soup ... removing, adding or removing, erasing or diminishing ... almost disappearing, to return with a visible image ... The repetition of the movement, such as breathing, makes possible to go ahead ... uncertain prospects, some questions, few answers, but with the feeling that when sorted in a structure, everything will have more flavor. The reality around you is not a reference, but is part of the clutter and gives birth to a troubled state ... Suddenly something was entering the eye, a speck of dust?, I begin to flash, the vision out of focus, try to get rid of it, a little anxious, confused ... few seconds that seem like an eternity ... finally disappears ... look again ... I'm painting, and the hands move without direction, trying to fix the time with an almost musical, the view is still there and perhaps nothing appears as shown, but the second certainly helps ...