In my first personal computer, Tela was born: to tell a hyper-technological company with a digital dated instrument was a fatality. Finding inspiration is not a perfect science, it just happens to come to you at your parents’ house on a Sunday afternoon.
Tela tells about women, all of them, defined by the details that “draw themselves” in front of a mirror, in the reflection of a window… Tela tells all the women through those signs, those lines drawn by an algorithm inside an outdated computer…but in those lines, there is a whole universe, precious, rare vital…in that point the digital stops and I decide to trace those grooves with a precious color like gold, and then I, woman, decide to express myself for all of us.