A canvas with nothing on it. It's just material, just nothing. Nothing. Horror vacui. And then comes the moment that changes everything. That first touch of the brush. It's no longer material. It's already a painting that enters into a mysterious, intimate relationship between the artist and his matter. Something that - if everything works out - will eventually be a work that exists forever. And right now is the last second before the first, with which the material enters into the dynamic process of creation.
