“Name loss”

An open and illuminated head at the center, fragilely supported from the outside. An empty and transparent space, marked by pointers that rise in curves and trace somewhere three invisible spheres, or three horizons, or three times: past, present, future.

The drawing tries to fix the three characters, but they, always in flux, coordinate musically and

resist fixation, mapping in the emptiness of the center and in-between lines the hidden language of beauty or terror.

Between here and there: suspension, the place of waiting.


Losing oneself or finding oneself in circles, in the place of time, without falling below reality.

I can’t see the ball we are on, but the ground is curved and always moving.


Here, the ground is the only reference, the only horizon.

Only in dreams I lose ground: illuminated loss.

I will sleep when the seagulls wake me.

DL

In memory of Maurício Pestana Reis