Landscape in three brackets.

(enamel on jute).

In every tree.

The personality 

is man's bark

It can be seen only from outside.

Self portrait in brackets.

(enamel on jute).

Taste the apple.

Penetrating an inert body
tasting the sweetness of its shape.
It revives! It's alive !
In its death there is my life.

The Big Bracket.

(enamel on jute).

The Flash.

It is a flash of lightning that opens 

the eyes to the dark

 by blinding the darkness.

Brackets' shipwreck

(enamel on jute).

Open order.

The precision of chaos
perfumes the essence.
Petals confusedly laid upon 
pleach themselves  in the 
corollary of the memory.

Falling leaves.

(enamel on jute).

The inert.

A clock stops the instant. 

Kill it !

Butterflies.

(enamel on jute).

Unreachable Apex.

Consuming the pen 

by consuming myself.

Crowd.

(enamel on jute).

In the future.

The present goes for a walk with the past.

There are some extirpating weed

and others leaving footsteps.

Brackets' cemetery.

(enamel on jute).

Insomnia.

The volume gets fat, it  becomes obese.

The ear beats time on the mattress.

The dark occupies the space.

I'm choking !

Medieval arch

(enamel on jute)

At the beginning, the death.

The final prize is beginning.
Words are flying 
as replicants butterflies.
To be born  light 
and then stacking heavy days
one on the other.

Ambiguity between brackets.

(enamel on jute ).

My two sexes.

To see me coming into the world
I must be much more masculine
of many men and
much more female of many women.
Now I can see me,
I'm the woman of my dreams.