I have the feeling of always being influenced by someone, by the look of something external.
I do not know how far I choose what I like.
This process is based on a selection of music, movement and text. A kind of memory, sometimes real and other fictional, of the adolescence, the time of life when you begin to care what the others think.
Movement between personal and alien things.
Being a foreigner in my own body: to do something that in principle I can not do. To learn others' movements.
Ownership, in an unsuccessful attempt to distance myself. The more I get from outside the more I recognize myself in what I chose.
