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The same way that the candidness that’s provoked by a deep sunset gets printed on the interior like a wax seal, the vivacity of the world that we transit every day, much of the times without repair from it or even without noticing, it is caught in all its character by the sight that knows what to say, that it always knew what to say.
This knowing in the sight is of a double complexity: while observing is a natural given talent, that included capacity which is like breathing, transferring the sight to that of a permanent battle to reach the magical unison. It is there that the fascination floods the environment: that instant that steals the breath, the bare act of laying a bridge between me and the other. It is that effort that Gama Neaves, in each brush stroke, obdurately repeated as how the wind repeatedly blows over dust until a rock and sediments are formed, well only that mixture of natural potency and stubbornness for a reality that escapes the common eye is how the artwork is born. The works of art are for everyone; well we all deserve to live the appreciation