The neutral surface of the screen is continuously traversed by luminous interferences. The surface, defined by the screen, is traversed by a beam of light in multiple directions, revealing bodies of different nature and identity. Light, as a technical resource, names the object and, in its incessant movement, establishes a play of correspondences. Light is the eye that forms a singularity from the whole. Light is the language that isolates from the indistinct noise of sounds.

A little girl sleeps wrapped in her blankets. A lampshade that projects large areas of shadow is the source of a brightness that spreads from the inside of a room, like the circles generated by a stone thrown into the water, until it reaches the most distant places. What is manifested inside reverberates in the environment outside, because it is made of the same material. The video is a chant, a natural prayer in order to live as long as possible.

It is nightfall. A hunter lurks in the darkness, wandering further towards the impenetrable. Do the meanings lie in the stream, in the mountains, the stars, or in the death of things?

Through a structuralist and simultaneously ambiguous form, the image's reality treads closer to the abstract, leaving the sunset and trees behind. As we enter the image's gloaming, it reveals its true eye: reality's pure haptic energy, where there is nothing but sonorous light, and the dregs of the Unknown.

"For whom emptiness is possible, everything is possible". Nagarjuna.

“You can see a bird in flight and watch to observe it, or feel that you are flying with it. That is contemplation, becoming the other.” Hafiz. Despite (or because of) its apparent calmness, contemplation is the state that most radically dissolves and liberates the self. Through contemplation, the other gradually seeps into us like gentle rain ... without realising it, we suddenly start to see ... the world is not outside us and nothing is lifeless ... images appear and disappear over the silence of that which has no name or form ... like the blinking of something that isn’t our eyes... perhaps then the inner teacher will appear intimately... you will recognise him because all that has withered blooms again ... then we will know that the sky can also be stone and feet can walk on clouds and ... But make sure you do not name him ... for he will vanish.