The Flying Masks exhibition was conceived as a cry for freedom, a permission from the cosmos to exercise its true essence. Consciousness expands before the shackles of patriarchal society, forming fragmented images that come together like a deafening melody to instigate the viewer. A metamorphosis of paper, thread, fabric and garbage into “guilty collages”. The fear. In the horse's eyes, the transport of the soul. From this inebriated look of mysticism, mundane approaches, existential dilemmas and unspeakable beauties of being, small galaxies emerge, immersed in an intimate universe of pains and flavors. Take on the masks and allow yourself to fly?  

 

“Your vision will become clear only when you look into your heart. Who looks outside, dreams. Whoever looks inside, wakes up. ”

Carl Gustav Jung