Using the mouse as a tool to express the artistic dimension.
Craftsman of virtuality: I catch images, I put them together, I mold them and make them thinner, I assemble them, put them together again, and restore them until I accomplish what I desired, what my imagination intended to achieve.
Emotions and sensations, states of mind and fantastic landscapes, lights and colors coming one after the other, so that, closing my eyes, I can see my virtual world, made of distressing moments and havens of quietness. The watchword is liberating the imagination from the cage of a serious brain and pouring out ideas and dreams.
“There is no color, just light”.
Emotions, like colors, are a physical phenomenon: light is composed of electromagnetic waves with different wavelengths. Light causes the color effect. Those so-called physical colors of an object exist in so far as the waves of light are modified by the matter of the object. Some parts of the light spectrum are absorbed by the object and then turned into color, some are reflected. The color of the surface of an object is determined by the plasticity and characteristics of the matter of the object hit by light. Emotions exist in so far as the light of our living, that comes in contact with the human being, is modified by the quality of the perception of the latter. Our feeling is unchanging on a quality level, just like light; the translation to the many emotions is determined by the ability of holding, reflecting, transmitting and absorbing what surrounds us. Some parts of the light spectrum are absorbed by the object/subject and turned into warmth/energy and then into emotions, some are reflected.
Just like what happens when light is absorbed –as to say, according to the law that waves of lights are englobed into the matter and make the object look darker, emotion is subject to a similar law. This happens when a subject tends to absorb, hold and englobe his joy of living, coming to become darker. Black, in this case, refers to the person we find out to be foreshadowed, unable to reverberate any light from his face. Black is the color of night, of the death of what frightens and of the unknown.