Emotions never exclude one another. They sit side by side and behind the transitory one, another is always ready to steal the show. Like a song, a photograph or a gesture which resurfaces in our memory; In the end no mood is perfectly interpretable: transforming it into words and images in order to describe it means allowing margin for further interpretation by those who experience and observe it. The meaning of representation is objective.
My reproductions are accurate in that reality constantly deceives, nothing is ever as expected.
"What's up"? Here lies the beauty of life: In that which you did not see, that which could have been, or which is no longer there. It does not take much for everything to change perspective. My world is still hungry for words and images, free to assemble themselves to say what cannot be said and illustrate what cannot be illustrated.