Real Imagination 2014

The red soil is dancing in the air.

It covers everything, adheres to the skin, to hands, to feet…

It makes the eyes blurred, the mouth acrid and bloody, and the breath shorten.

Soil has been penetrated inside, into the bone marrow, inside the scull, into the dream.

The fire of the factory furnace, redness of the air and heat of summer reminds of the Hell.

The job is breathtaking.

Five patient men have been working here for several years.

Amidst the oppressive rush of Red, there identifies a moment, a point leaks into reality, comes to peace and shines. It flies with faith wings.

A truth coming out of “hope”, gives multiple strength to the short breaths, so that “Life” continues running as it has to.