Stream of Consciousness

During the years I lived in Barcelona, I often went on the Maremagnum wharf to think. At night there were underwater lights that attracted mullets almost to the surface. The effect was amazing. It’s there that I began imagining my head filled with swimming fishes and to associate in my works the concept of “thought” to them.
In 2011 I went to visit New York; in an antique market in Brooklyn there was an enormous box filled with stamps. To me, the call was instantaneous.
I began searching and I immediately saw it, a fish. I bought it and knew it would have inspired by next work.

“I see a ring, hanging above me. It quivers and hangs in a loop of light”
The waves, Virginia Woolf