Ahir està al caure

Atonita is a relentless naïve, A stubborn hopeful; the one who jumps off the cliff and invents flight.                Atònita is a dented incandescence.

Behind closed doors with some bits of furniture and an aftertaste of the old. She is waiting for a call that will never come.

Through a plastic obsession, contortion and manipulation of objects,  the illusion of the Other appears. …          It’s no here anymore, Atonita lives with it.

Yestreday is comming is a vertiginous abyss facing a whimsical madness.                                                         A sensitive and clownish jolt on loss, memory and oblivion.