There is a layer between the earth and the universe.
A constellation of thoughts that every soul cultivates.
“The Journey”, (A circle created by the seeds that are crying from above), is an installation which is both the result and the starting point of my understanding of my own philosophy, art and life.
Through the studies of ancient cultures, astronomy, philosophy, natural science, anatomy, reality and the ancient and pure use of drugs I compromised my own health towards a universal experience in harmony with nature.
Someone said I lost my spark. I replied that I’m talking to the universe.
Art is the medium I use to read my own thoughts.
The streets are the channel I need to convey the messages I come up with thanks to these studies.
Democracy of space, balance of nature, the shape of circles, burning dots in the sky, metaphysical experiences, people.
The surrealism of the obsessive patterns that constellate the earth, the electricity of twin souls, the power of being able to look above the clouds.
The politics of love, peace and respect are struggling in the fight against the world wide boredom and chemical feeling of hate.
We have the responsibility of spreading the message.And we have to embrace the risk of not being understood.
A constellation of thoughts that every soul cultivates.
“The Journey”, (A circle created by the seeds that are crying from above), is an installation which is both the result and the starting point of my understanding of my own philosophy, art and life.
Through the studies of ancient cultures, astronomy, philosophy, natural science, anatomy, reality and the ancient and pure use of drugs I compromised my own health towards a universal experience in harmony with nature.
Someone said I lost my spark. I replied that I’m talking to the universe.
Art is the medium I use to read my own thoughts.
The streets are the channel I need to convey the messages I come up with thanks to these studies.
Democracy of space, balance of nature, the shape of circles, burning dots in the sky, metaphysical experiences, people.
The surrealism of the obsessive patterns that constellate the earth, the electricity of twin souls, the power of being able to look above the clouds.
The politics of love, peace and respect are struggling in the fight against the world wide boredom and chemical feeling of hate.
We have the responsibility of spreading the message.And we have to embrace the risk of not being understood.


