endless oblivon Painting

What if we’d let ourselves think? And what if we’d also let ourselves feel ?if, to achieve this,it were possible to reach an imaginary plane, in which thinking were the sum of free and spontaneous acts. If by doing so we were allowed to freely weave the plot of any thought, who knows where this game would lead us? With precise actions, never the same, constructing the undiscovered geographies of my watercolors. It is thinking with freedom that opens as many doors as unpredictable directions in this web. The intrinsicate net of questions, answers, associations and mental games cannot be without other thoughts, linked as we adventure the spirit. Why not a phrase, an original grammar, first a secret, now unveiled. A sentence that without meaning to, re-edits the Dublin of James Joyce, and the excessive metropolis such as some contemporary cities. No places of deep inner self exposed, craving to be inhabited by us.