The never-ending changing of colours, moods and impressions.
Write things down before memory fades away, take notes of names, places, feelings.
Leave a trace, follow a melody without knowing where it is going.
The eternal search of something we can not find, the only thing that keeps the human alive.
Life is a dream, a sensorial experience.
The goal is to focus on the moment since we can't stop ticking time. Store an infinite numbers of pictures
that when scrolled together can turn into a movie. Here is what I learned and kept so far. A fictional biography
where I bump into living beings and artists that are now gone but are still here with their presence, colours,
forms and patterns of various kind. When I see that the repetition is too regular, too obvious,
I move somewhere else and start again from the scratch, following the same principle.
I am sticking all those pictures on an imaginary wall, trying to find a certain order.
Here are my last years, as far as I can recall. The rest is gone for the moment but will eventually come back soon.