By: Juan Pablo Torres Muñiz
Kilometers, miles; seasons, years. A chance of silence. Violent, inner struggle.
Traveling between, and also different paths, of questions and questions. Eyes eat up its thing, and a different vision, far from the simple representation, it was taking shape. Lets say, making use of the technical term’s double meaning, – indeed, it was revealed…,it was produced…
After all, coincidences regarding: issues to be shared…
Arim Almuelle. Long strides walk; flames on his eyes.
Thick voice and kind manners are part of. The key.
Here and there glass windows, folk art which he knows… Cigarette smoke in between… (That recalls other mists by the way)