me quedo en mi chacra, aparentemente chica a escala, pero que si me ovillo y trato de escarbar una a una hasta llegar al centro, creo que no me alcanzaría la vida que me resta, haciéndome recordar este hecho aquel personaje de la novela de Elliot, El Hombre que se Escapó, donde mirándose al espejo, comienza un viaje sin retorno hacia su pasado.

hubiera querido colocar la imagen solamente con el sustantivo "Sustrato" nomás, y así habría dejado al libre albedrío del espectador su interpretación, como parte de la imagen, pero razones técnicas y de mi torpeza en la edición de la misma, me impiden realizar esta tarea y eso me obliga a darle una vuelta de tuerca al intercambio, como tratando de aceptar el desafío que mi propia torpeza me instiga, apareciendo como innecesario el fundamento a causa de un accidente que solamente a mí me involucra.

hubiera querido,... pero los hechos son así, y lo cotidiano y superfluo muchas veces conspira contra lo profundo y contundente, cuando en otras, terminan siendo los pilares del propio acto creativo.

En Miami, a los 20 días del mes de Mayo de 2019.

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Substrate

I would have wanted to headline this imagencon the name of "substrate ", because of the diversity of layers that make up not only the food, but the universe where it is located within that other universe, my space.

That leads me to reflect on my position in it as well, and my search for connection between each and every one of the aspects that make up that infinite space inward and outward.

I stay in my "farm", apparently small to scale, but if I tangle and try to rip one by one to reach the center, I think I would not reach what I subtract from life, making me remember this fact that character of the novel by Elliot , The man who escaped, where looking in the mirror, begins a journey with no return to his past.

I would have wanted to place the image only with the noun "substrate " only, and thus would have left the viewer's free will his interpretation, as part of the image, but technical reasons and my clumsiness in the edition of it, prevent me from doing this Task and that forces me to give a twist to the exchange, as trying to accept the challenge that my own clumsiness instigates me, appearing as unnecessary the foundation because of an accident that only involves me.

I would have wanted,... but the facts are so and everyday and superfluous often conspire against the deep and forceful, when in others, end up being the pillars of the creative act itself.

Miami, 05.20.19