From itself and its own quality, to want and to be able to embrace us has made possible a state between the
need and the difficulty in opposing the fading...
Skin and border, limit of the place, dream of the known and forgotten,
a gap that adjusts the space occupied by your figure.
Do not ask how, why and under what rights you agree to be submitted, but how the relations of submission are made.
I like air moves the trees and they make noise. I like everything quakes when they fall. This psychs me out but, at the same time, it makes me feel so firm, calmed, like when someone dies.
Fragment from “Mujeres de Fuego”