The shadow is born on the edge of the light.

Shadows do not judge movements, they paint our gestures and desires with faithful strokes. It projects on other bodies a kind of ghost of our skin, freer and more sincere. I like to play with the shadow I project, it allows me to create parallel worlds where walking through a vertical fence is possible and caressing a whale would not be so difficult. To imagine that my hair is a big cloud and that I can walk in the sky. That my armpits could be a high mountain and I could see everything from far away.

What would reality be without shadows, without those guarded desires that we almost never indulge. Without those subtle things that accompany us until we grow old and in many ways become master.