Scanning: a picture painted by artificial light with the cumplicity of an artist.
You cheat while scanning – it makes you discover after and slowly, what your eyes d’ont have the capacity of gazing naturaly.
Closeness is unlessness. God would like to be in this kind of details. Every detail is a glorious detail. Better than fashion.
High defenition is never boring – there’s allways a lot of surprises in things quite familiar.
You d’ont capture moments like the photographers, you structure an emergence out of the desire of conecting things.
Scanning brings the meditative substance of colour more clear. Scaning gives a blue profundity to chiaroscuro.
Scanning shows better that thoughts are nothing more than collages.
You are not in the edge, but in the jump.
There is never a lessness space or a minimalist lesson given – you have allways more: a strange richness and an ironic pop-fenomenology.
Perishability doesn’t look like perishability. You don’t have «the moment», you have an ars programandi and serial casualities.
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