Despair is the lack of little breathless reflections. Everything that fits in one word and long silences, despair is.

Despair is what is worn in the necessity of the purposes. What shows naked and without devotion, despair fills.

Despair is time, what is ephemeral, is longed for. Is Art. What adorns the eternal, swings the pendulum to her Shining beats.

You may inwardly think and feel the Shining Despair, which is difficult to talk about and give it a form. Two opposite materials, yarn and metal make up matter. The addition of white beeswax, in different forms in the compositions, balances hardness with softness and creates a new condition. The world, full of small and big despairs, personal, social, and global. Grief often embraces the body, and the soul sinks into its unspeakable rhythms. This serial and traumatic portrayal ultimately functions transcendentally, as an inverted image of hope. This image never ceases to remind us how vulnerable we are in the great little journeys of our existence.

Can despair become hope? Can many « little despairs » become light and Shine, to unite all those who have not stopped hoping in Despair?