We are storytellers of little tales, who spread the moods that crowd the rooms where we live our daily life. We catch the most unimportant ideas, signs or neglected dreams floating in the air, forgotten by some inattentive wayfarers or voluntarily neglected by some hyper-busy businessmen; we digest it all in our own way before pushing it out more lively and throbbing than before.
Flows of images are our language.
Images as clay where we dip our hands without fear of getting dirty, to mould new unusual worlds. Experiences, feelings, moments of clear unconsciousness or lacerating consciousness are our raw materials. Every new goal that we set for ourselves enable us carry on step by step…