I offer a space of openness and possibility. A place that is not fixed by what happens there, but by what resonates. The work belongs to its surface as well to its atmosphere.

Small Freedoms

When no one is watching time

In a half-sleeping house

Nothing is urgent in small freedoms

Quiet outside

Who had a Rubber Tree

From the almost top of the Rubber Tree

The wind warns again: Come down, child

Yet the wind smiles

Whispering

Wild

Sometimes a storm

Sometimes it rains

Sometimes just a garoa