Proscenio
mixed media on masonite 30x40 cm
In the solitude of the stage eyes closed like a curtain on the dazzling light of his dreams and his visions, he could focus only most extreme thoughts in the darkness, the audience grumbled that it was an animal crouched waiting for something, one indistinct be packed with hundreds of heads was stalking her every move or shudder. He stood long in silence for a moment that lasted an eternity, to measure that waiting with my eyes closed, not knowing whether he would be able to wake up or if you would stayed forever, if you were at the beginning or end of the play. And he thought: "This is the highest point of view, what we tend throughout the states of life."
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