We are our memories, we are that chimerical museum of shapes, that heap of broken mirrors
My name is Maria and slide presentations,
I\'m afraid of sharp definitions spaces without light, the street ends.
I think there are things that are priceless.
I deeply respect the unstable equilibria and the vulnerable.
The art moves me and sometimes as a pilgrim go around stunned, like a voyeur.
Sometimes try to participate.
The projects in which leading man is thrilled me, rescue me from the finitude because I believe that thanks to transcend them and communicate with other generations whose faces we will never see.
I love the words in the air because they allow us to reach places. To persons or landscapes that would otherwise be impossible. Guess, lay my hands, catch up and if I have luck, pat ... Even at those. that may never have been cherished.
I am a painter, not a profession is a visceral mandate is not easy to escape.
Agatha and the Storm is a game, a physical space where set in motion all that I have disclosed, art, design, searches, replies truncated and the exciting possibility to get in touch with other people for whom art is also a profound powerful motivation. One reason for believing.
For Agate ... because if it is a name with one voice, because the storm ... because all they ever started a painting, a creative process at some point we are subjected to the storm, away from the destination to which we wanted but far too reach the port of departure, without a compass and perhaps in fear or anxiety but with the intimate conviction that rain, gusts hits were there for something ...
Agatha and the Storm is an invitation to the meeting either through this blog or in person at local 1265 Callao 4, where you want
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