A stone that is cold sits on the edge of a sketch. It is cold but exudes heat, it operates in silence without anyone seeing it, slow, stealthy and precise. It has edges that are not clear in the dark, it does not matter, the shape prevails.

A notebook contains an organism that falls apart in space.

A pad of white sheets exhibits rituals at right angles, they are sketches behind an idea that mutates in the act of walking.

A black leaf extends in the subtle plane, expands, crawls, unfolds as the opposite and vibrates in its essence of border.

A painting that submits its own strength runs through the box, it is too small for him but enters, cuts out and invades, opens, climbs and asserts itself in the plane that supports it.

Hypothesis that crawls and becomes an object stops and takes a body, breathes and emerges between days of suffocation.

Lines that were once a ceiling are erased in soft forms.

The idea of ​​a plenary session that was, today is particle.

Fuzzy nebula.

It expands.

María Alejandra Gatti and María Waissman