She said “You Know, sometimes, we cannot escape ourselves”. I understood. The fish that was trying to swallow me in my childhood nightmares. The black and white of my dreams, The moment my hand draws the figures. I could not escape myself, my dreams, my nightmares, my fears. I could not escape the patterns drawn in my head; the words and the shapes that inflect my every move; the dancing figures from the past; in my parallel lives they follow me. Mirrors of my acts in a parallel universe of scattered images and selves. Persistent memory scared of oblivion. I could not escape my dancing figures. In my parallel lives I could not escape me. Book with water-based screen prints encased in wooden box with screen printed cork base and screen printed cloth cover in black and white or red and white. Box size: 31.4x41.6x5 cm, book size: 25.2x25.8x2.6 cm - Edition of 5 2004
