Manifesto of colors and shadows
I started painting when he missed the day and night colors my hands muddy from a body over and deserted Blue to Hell, and Red told me to heaven. I drew a path thinking that silence can be discovered in carmine and feet when buried in the dirt, they howl. I painted my frame and crimson rain for tears is that I can not imagine happiness without sadness, uncertain hopes that a well-defined line end in an apparent loss of what I mean.
I started painting when words failed me when I reached the end into the abyss where the awkwardness of my senses is understood as the need to invent all that is absent, because I am absent. I am behind a window, wall, day and night, so drawing a door body silhouette, for a days go without more and knowing that I arrived.