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Installation: Paint, Acrylic on Wood, Glass.
To be born, to produce, to die, consecutive verbs
that somehow reflect human tragedy and virtue.
The individual always in search of progress finds,
like Icarus, a "flight" full of barriers and limitations.
Productive chains in which the yearning for
engendering the "golden egg" in overcrowding
reminds us that we are birds that can not fly.
Painting contained in the blocked entrance of an
old closet, since not all the doors are susceptible
to be opened. In the side mirrors that answer to
another type of exit, the one of the eternal