Todo lo que no tejí

Countless disrupted lines traced on a plane evoke unfinished paths that lead us to imagine stories with endings we will not know. Some lines cross like threads in warp and woof shaping fabrics, but these lines inevitably move forward to never meet again. Others, almost absent, are barely suggested by the subtraction of its fibers. Like dreams or thoughts, not clearly defined, they blur from this plane, but the emptiness left by his absence let us see a deeper territory.