Acrylic, pen, hand colored tissue paper on Bristol board.
18" x 13." - November 2015
"Sometimes, what you are isn't seen in the things you leave behind. Sometimes, things are said when you can’t speak. Truth is, sometimes things come flying to you, in between the pavement, and the city’s smog, between two metro stations, standing on a sidewalk one Tuesday afternoon, at 5:30pm; only to understand there are things like these, things you guess. Glancing up in the exact moment to meet another’s eyes. Turning around and catching the phone ring. Words said at the same time. Feelings. Friends that come for you when most need them. Déjà vu. True Love. Play of luck. Music. Laughter. Forgiveness… butterflies. There are no statistics for that. "
- Marina, film Efectos Secundarios, translated by Brenda Brito