Dream, desire and reality.
Frequently, when I observe things carefully they appear to have a pulsating movement. They hide a beat, a motion, a dimension in space and time, rhythm, wisdom. This unsettles me, without fear, and fascinates me.
My transgressive spirit makes me believe that my world can be shaped at my will and for that reason, to me, to give life is simply feasible.
Thus, Form.
I, Quim, shape things. This is how I give life.
Therefore, life.
