Another day… another wrinkle, stronger foundations, beautiful people.
I am the carnival, the flame of a wild fire, that turns my life inside out, up and down.
I see you, I hear you and I wonder, how can’t you not see the beauty in words, in objects, in hands moving… and I feel like lucky because I seem to want to represent and acknowledge gestures, sounds, beauty, essences, emotions, music, all, all, all…
I ask myself what do you do to stay free within yourself? Which is your carnival?
And I say, my carnival is my art.
