The white notebook

The white notebook is a set of digital paintings, made on a route, is an introspection to the world of the air, of the space, into the flight that surrounds us. Is the description of the flight of the birds, that description without an intelligible footprint, without any footprint over none firmament. Maybe constellations, our orbital travel, toward other mirror sphere dimension, of the scale of the sky. Impeded flight to the impossible evolution of the humans. The question is about the metaphor of suspense, of the scope of the wings, of the invisible wind. It is a silent scene. Of the brief or extensive deployment of the faculties of an unperfect perfect mechanic, unique, of observations through a celestial level, a scrutiny from the top, on a fall. Is the map of a scene. That description of the fall that petrifies. The birds soar on the sky, fly, make signs that we read, the ones below, we read it on the dizziness of what we can't see, of what they describe towards below. Maybe the first evidence that the humans read in search for preys, of sites where it was meeting, below, a pack of hungry dogs. Lines of a way that in the sky are erased. What it is erased, what it ceases to be. That flights are the constant of a sign below, that sign that attracts us, the pulse blood, the rumbling heart. It is the transport of that peripheral vision, of a complete vision, into the particular, a no system of the system, of a map whose reliefs show us the tiny movement of the sylvester landscape. Nothing is in the far away of the be, the impassive of the peak. Of the globe land. Are the birds, what they predate, what they hunt on that silent flight, that connection where they go out of the world to see it, for predate it with all the possible pause of a scrutiny. Is the suspense, that they make form their privileged site, the blue sky in whose depth we ignore. The theater box of this every day. (Truncated project).