The Greek μ inherited from the Egyptian symbol for water, suggests meanders and circulation. The current leads to subtle variations in shades of colours and shapes, the living elements, mutagenic, curling up in the folds and folds of the rocks. Crevices, accidents of life, wounds from which both pastel and acidulous colors trickle down come to water millennial forms eager for change.
I work in the manner of the protagonist surveyor in this short story by Borges where it is a question of drawing a map of the territory at a scale of 1:1. Every detail capturing the slightest variation in the topology of the terrain. The map covers, summarizes and schematizes, in a certain way it "abstracts" the territory simplifying it to the extreme. It illustrates the earth by the line, the full by the hatching, the light by the dotted. The card sucks the sap of the world to extract an earthy and powdery ink. It is this matter, this sap that escapes from wounds that cannot be closed and it is through these detours that the utopia of a space free of references takes shape and is rooted in my mind by color.
Utopia is this insane desire of the artist to want to repaint the world.