There is no greater pain than a voice incapable of groaning, the sobbing of a tear which are just by flowing tears or smile that partake of unreason by pure convenience. In general most of the artists were introverted, basically because we were not able to understand most of the explanations that we trying to convince huge inconsistency that permeates our environment. Rebellion, stress and powerlessness which accumulate justifies our work. That is the only way to move our misunderstanding to real life, cause silent cries trying to bring out the enormous hypocrisy and insensitivity that dominates our lives. If the Gorges have been crying, before they have shout while your doorbell rings like silence and the reverberation of a drowned between four walls, a canvas or a screen echo.
"The light dense, plumb and lumpy of the dawn cloudy recreates them moments of melancholy in which our State of mood is becomes low the helplessness. Tears forming the veil that has tarnish a day morning forcing perpetual thought-provoking. The question that hangs in the balance on whether human beings now becomes evil by natural instinct or it continues to form part of a learning acquired within the social environment in which it operates."