Scanning myself is a research about body and self-identity through light.

We live in a society that censors the body as if it were illegal. A cultural burden that we carry with us from Judeo-Christian origins and that considers the body as something sinful.

Honestly, I was looking for a piece that didn’t need explanation or synopsis. A personal piece. Only because I want to, because I can.
Something to express myself without words. To explore my emotions, my love and my hate; the deepest parts of me.

There are places where you have lived many thing and when you leave them a part of you stays there.

(The objectification of the bodies) Sexual objectification takes place when the person is attributed to the condition of sexual object. Dissociating the sexual sexes and the physical beauty of the rest of the personality and existence as an individual.

A cosmic Nebula seems like a star. It gives birth to new elements which in turn will give way to life. All this life that existed, exists and will exist is made up of the same stardust that arose eons ago.

CON LOS PIES EN LA TIERRA, LA CABEZA EN LAS NUBES, EL CORAZÓN EN UN PUÑO Y EL RABO ENTRE LAS PIERNAS.

I would like to talk about desire, the sensation that makes one feel incomplete without knowing why. It is as if the happiness puzzle is missing a piece.

Sometimes art seems pointless. The artist can create his conceptual reasoning, but it is the viewer who ultimately gives meaning to the work creating a dialogue between both.

Every system requires a set of established basis that supports it and prevents its collapse. Definitely the socioeconomic system that shelters humans is not exempt from these rules.

We are born classifiers. We divide good from bad, and healthy from harmful. We also divided by gender: men and women, boys and girls. The human mind tends to categorize. It is an unconscious mechanism that helps us to relate with the world around us.

Two concepts completely different. Two pairs of hands far from each other. Without more defense than themselves, the Pianist and The Onanist are facing loneliness separately. Thus shake hands in the distance to make a SOLO.

Time took him hostage. He was trapped and used as a puppet. But he wanted to escape. So he realized only way to escape, is not tied to time.

Alone in front of the camera, with no shield but his own nakedness, the artist moves to the world of “Explorers”, an intimate and imaginary space where he can unleash his imagination. He transforms himself into a self-explorer, an obsessive researcher striving to capture every gesture, movement, expression… Each wink, each light and each shadow.

Brain is a neuronal jumble that interweaves through the synapses to make a very complex network.

Light draws shapes in the space where we live. Only must to know capturing the moment.