The Man who stole the ashes

1′ 09” animation.

698 draws.

10-12 frames per second.

Inseparable from an uncertain and diffuse past, full of pressures and doubts, we try not to lose control, yet we create multiple lives to try to break what has been pre-destined to us. And the rush does not stop, and he is not here, nor where he wants to be, but in the place of guilt where the reflection is no longer worthwhile and just a sentence. And loneliness is the only cane, the one that carries his eyes full of steel tears, which promise never to betray or fall. And tears interrupt your sleep, the one that was made of judgments and pointed fingers, by those who pretended to belong to the silence. And pretenders do not belong to you, don’t confuse them with words and fears, because each day they devour your words, the ones that you throw on each canvas, because you never recover what was lost and then you go back to the pit of guilt, mutilated by each regret, created by each distance and by all empty eyes. And creators are navigators of the vastness, of all the mental noise that fills each brushstroke and leaves you chained to all the raw truths that scream to be your eternal muses and seduce you with an incomplete song. And you, the artist, try to keep death in all your creation knowing that it swings you in all colors. And this swing is the fall into the deep that bites you every night and leaves you weightless. And the noise of life begins again.

– Animation dedicated to my brother Rafael.