WORK – Nuria Formenti

How free! How much freedom! I have released myself from myself.

Birds are parallel sighs

The unspoken word attends the silence

The absence? A magnifying glass

Let’s flee, me to you and you to me.

Speaking of silence causes it to break.

There are worlds in me and I never stop waiting for you in them

Let’s drop anchor from the clouds

When they flee from me, I am the wings

Flowers grow on the steps of my journal

Nuria Formenti

"My work is neither abstract nor figurative, neither feminine nor masculine. The work of any artist speaks for itself, or it should. My world is unique, because it is mine."

Start with the end to know my beginnings

I future you with me

I sell ink that only writes truths

Joining my freckles will solve my astral chart

I am where I lose myself.

It turns out I’ve already forgotten you – that’s what I think all the time

Because contact burns without punishing

I get entangled in your horizon

Light is a cry in the sky

Hope may be a tree