Postais de Inverno
I’m an atheist. Who needs God when you belong to such a sublime species? We are capable of the best and the worst, from the more generous to the cruelest. We are able to see the world, the landscape, the other species, always in a different way, which is dependent on our state of mind. Traces that we leave in the landscape can be of love, of passion, of affection – fruit of the deepest impulses of our intimacy. Winter Postcards# 2 is an open narrative made up of tiny fragments of time of these last times. Made of a wintertime so cold and melancholy as intimate, warm and cosy. I’m an atheist. Who needs God when it belongs to a species capable of love? It is the human being that falls all my hope and faith. Part of the colective exhibition of the “Dear Sir” agency called We Are All Made Of Scars.