Colección: Blue Sky Collection

Sometimes when I fly, the turbulence makes me think about what is outside, how what I feel is visualized. It's a simulation, it's a dream, it's an obsession, it's… What is it? The deep blue, the dense clouds, the clean, pure colors distort my understanding, my vision and become entangled in my being, in my soul and in my spirit. They form whirlwinds, bridges, portals and interdimensional transmutations of such speed, of such expansion that there is no option left; melt or crystallize.