Act: Manifesto Drawing

Blind, I touch a person who lives outside of our time. Gray shroud. No perception of color, only form, light, faded hints of color palette. With every touch I draw the outlines of the perception of his world. With his fingertips, he also concerns himself to the perfect himself, but on the next chain he is already a different person in spirit, no longer looks into the future, but analyzes himself of the past. All this noise mixes memories with HIS reality, like a TV screen from childhood. of the future. I convey the chain of our future, while not forgetting your wonderful childhood