Swamp of Soap   2012

Each bubble is a return to my childhood,
then pops suddenly even if I try to protect. It swallows the light in a glass caspule, and keeps the blow of the time, a time. Songs, laughs, games and the innocence, In a frail baggage with an uncertain future. Each bubble carries life in its rainbow heart, then pops to free the essence of the past. Taste it.