I keep drawing circles, overlapped sometimes, to keep on going on. Because what you like you want to keep on living it endlessly and what you love you want to keep on falling for it endlessly. I am drawing circles to get lost in them and within them, to feel again what I feared I might loose for as far as I know nothing really ends as long as you stay quietly within those boundaries you’ve drawn yourself in. I re-cycle, re-use and re-store each and every piece of me.
They say that recycling is giving things a new life, but what they don't say is that this second life is always less valuable, a degraded copy of a first impression, for everything falls apart at last without ever ending.
I draw circles, endlessly.