No es cosa de dioses

Walking on water was never just for gods. Sometimes it belongs to those who dare to read the movement of the sea, to fall, return, wait for the exact wave and rise upon it.

Amidst black, free, and impulsive strokes, a thought that decided to become movement vibrates. Color bursts forth as foam, energy, and chaos. Not a Thing of Gods speaks of the sacred that exists in the human: that instant when body, water, and courage meet, and the impossible ceases to seem divine to become real.