The idea of confusion is not just a project, but is a life's  choice life in which to meet the order.
Photography, painting, sculpture, degradation, recycling, stain, pain, expression,

join in the word "art".
I put my hands in the wax, put my hands in the mud, put my hands in the crystals, and all that became a vice, the vice of not being able to create.

For the whole project, it has been chosen to have no assistants, therefore make ups, textures, colors and shades and direct creation of my manuals or, in some cases, the spontaneity of the models themselves.

 

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Forgive me, I muddled again with mud worms.