A few years ago, after reading Plato's Cave, I began the "P N T" project.

The final canto of the "idea" sums it up, as if it were a utopia, as: "And despite the shadows we will find the light."

With the passing of time... the images evolved, changing their figurative nature... to abstraction.

The work is a visual fantasy. A fusion of lights and shadows. An intense personal expression...

In this subjective perception, I have reached the conclusion that the viewer, faced with any irreconcilable sign, calls on the archive of evocations they have built up - arising from their nature and idiosyncrasy - to interpret their tiny "reality".

And the Light finally disappeared... fading away... I do not think I even managed to gently touch it.