An ancient tribe was reunited in their village contemplating the sky when a group of people, all wearing the same clothes, came from far away. All of them were riding a horse, and the first thing the villagers noticed was the separation between the animals and the people sitting on the top of them. Those horses were sad but the humans were not concerned about it and were all looking into the same direction.
From the beginning it was clear to the villagers than the new man had a different way of looking at the world, not even observing the sky those cold eyes started planning their cities and temples, instead of sitting and communicating with the tribe. They were not interested in sharing knowledge and their hearts were too far to be reached, the villagers knew there was not much to do in that moment.
Their wisdom would have come back one day under a different form, because nature makes its course.
– What Goes Up Must Get Down –
Mixed media on canvas
100x60x4cm
2013
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