Each drop set ablaze. Let the old emotions burn. I don't recognize him anymore.

Hold. While it slowly regenerates. Hold. And sparks of nature reintegrate. Hold. Blood and tissue clearing up, all the scars that still remained. I learned to hold myself.

I have never felt more seen.

There was something in their hands, or rather something in my hands touching their hands. I just couldn't explain it. Like colors all over.
I have to keep bringing my eyes back to the room, they would just float out past the window and get lost in the mountains. Snow-capped, full-blown winter, though it was all warmth inside. Let's stay here.

Patagonia, Argentina, 2023.

Flowering Mother Earth. Release and Fall.
What are we planting anyway?



Watercolor 20 x 30cm

Now, what do you see?

Eyes protruding, fire within, and foamy ocean water.


Small fragment of a 0,70 x 1,40m abstract acrylyc painting that I'll be soon sharing 1:1 though Objkt.

Blazing color, grasping for air, music through movement.

Small fragment of a 0,70 x 1,40m abstract acrylyc painting that I'll be soon sharing 1:1 though Objkt.