Al inicio no hubo nada, y al final tampoco.
Welcome to this white universe from which sometimes figures, characters, and even landscapes loom. Scene for the nothingness of the beginning starting to get crowded, home of the fear to the blank page.
It is light, filled with light. That's all there was at the start. A light-filled emptiness. And then came a dark tiny little point stretching out to form a line, and that line shaped a silhouette, and the silhouette became a volume; expanding with no rest nor limits, nesting ideas and memories that will appear, multiply and fade.
Yet, seven principles ordain it all.
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roymonroy is a glance at the void in my head, where my doppelgänger seldomly shows up and yields to emerging living things inside him.
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Pure light, with no colour in particular but containing all of them.
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A vast allegory of ordinary life.
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The untamed power of desire.
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Outrageous resentment.
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The Begetter Syndrome.
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Decadence & putrefaction
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the Consciousness of Time.
Seven principles to outline all possible contents in this bare space.
No ups or downs, neither cardinal directions. Nothing stays, everything mutates.
A very personal universe indeed, meant to distend despite its ephemeral behavior.
All of which you'll see here remains tightly linked to my memories and as such some creatures and scenes will be more recurring than others and even last longer. Thus, if each one of these seven images represent a principle, then every one also has its own story.