Where is my life that which it could have been and it never was?
This is how a poem by an admired poet starts .
As he does ,I ask to myself , who I am ?Where is my life?Where is that who I once was?Where are those who are not anymore?Where I will be?Who I will be?
Time changes us ,but there is something that always remains.We leave what we were,we look at the past and we don´t recognise ourselves . But, we are them, changed by our own deaths and our lost illusions which will keep us changing.
My characters without face want to be an invitation to the spectator to make these questions theirs and to encourage them to participate in finishing the paintings