Presence

As the observer moves, his perception moves along, selecting particularities in the transitory scenery, dimming everything else around it, which will soon be lost in the depths of imprecise memories.

Thus goes the passing observer, briefly accounting for the tree branches between rocks or the shape of a body lurking in fleeting moments. His focus lies ahead, in the path that culminates in light, the received light that explodes and irradiates in its arrival. Light that brushstrokes the passage of time. Time-illusion, an invention of the artist who paints with memory, navigates through blurred landscapes.