On the verge of sleep and wakefulness, I saw this image. Night is the perfect time for the birth of ideas. Jumping out of bed, I hurried to capture the vision in my notes. This habit is my way of fighting the fear of forgetting; although, in truth, I almost never forget the ideas that come before sleep. What did this image mean then, at that moment of epiphany? Now, I can no longer say with certainty, perhaps the meaning has eluded me. It appeared suddenly, as if from nowhere. But what does it mean to me now? Now, looking at it, I see unity, a strong connection, a sense of cohesion and unwavering support. We are part of something bigger than ourselves, and this "bigger" is an integral part of us. It’s as if I snatched a fragment from a vast network of nerves and interconnections, woven together.

Black clay | 23×23×23 cm | 2024