Luz Arias

Melted cold; elitist and democratic.

The heat melts even nature itself and gives everything to the hands that want to materialize a dialogue, to create curves in their path, to convince of the movement of the red mass. It is passionate. I do not want to dominate it. It is a bold statement; the conversation is uneven and at times deeply silent. I am “nothingness” itself, leaning to the strong presence of a great magician. It makes no sense to try to find the answer of the greatest of the materials; half sand; half liquid.

Glass