Our choice in a door.
Bombed, strafed and invested by a visual army which diminishes, humiliates, undervalues and degrades the value of the image itself.
Grew numb, annoyed, sick and tired by the anesthetic of the esthetic.
Let’s slow down. Let’s turn things around. Let’s look deeper. Let’s listen deeper,
in order to start again and find out
that luminous impulses produce
a visual experience.
Our senses are alive and receptive.
Behind ideas we find people.
Original means to generate relationships.