Here... just the other day. Two thousand and something: my daughter sleeping  “the rest of the just”, the peaceful slumber of those who worry about nothing else but the present.

Here and now. August two thousand and twenty: a full moon night; or almost full. Clouds, tempest and an ocean of uneasiness.

Here and now  is a diptych conceived for the exhibition of the same name, a poetic representation of the year 2020 and  the pandemics experienced in the period.