I want you here...
Something secret when I think about you.
We have so much to say to each other.
Give me something yours.
We must do something together.
You jazz my world.
Your words touch me...
" The poerty of the walls under your look... In the corners and on the surfaces are drawn the lines visible only in the heart of the one that can feel the night... I'm a little high to write to you and risk writing things that will make you believe that I am crazy... but I'm happy to be a little bit with you on this night walk." From the conversation, by J.
Within the matrix of virtual presence, digital nearness becomes a site of encounter. In a displaced reality, where the nonverbal is absent and communication takes the shape of form, a projection of the self emerges — from self-portraits to graphic fragments and text — opening a field for (auto)reflection, a cartography of relationships that elude definition. The work exists in a liminal space between the real and the imagined, the internal and the external. In this zone, the illusion of closeness is not a deception, but a constant — a mode of being, a trace of existence through the other.
