I choose not to kill myself

The self as art, the self away from me, the search for anguish and the transfer of my soul to the canvas. The feeling of emptiness and loneliness, the physical confinement, the abstraction of finding myself in a world without being able to live it, like a silent scream and this great emergency of saying. Knowledge is everything, a new birth, a new figure, made with the utmost modesty but conscious, because the effort does not generate beautiful things, but to risk; something that gave me strength to continue in this search, the desire to search in the idea of surprising me, which is why the feeling of being alive intensifies.

continuity / rupture