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Alka-Seltzer , 100x70cm, acrylic on wood panel WOLFDOG (POETICS) Yourself is impregnable and with mirrors, you always run the risk of not recognizing yourself -and I speak of mirrors when I speak of the mental illness of the instant photos; call it whatever name you want - as I was saying, with mirrors, you risk of realizing that you don't look like yourself enough. Remaining still, watching the events unfold, like a surprised animal on the freeway, is in its own right an act of creation and death; and no one wants a new face for himself. II After several weeks of unsuccessful search [in the word processor I found one of those memories that take you by the hand right to the edge of the cliff: the image of our wolfdog. A sharp, accurate vision of how that animal smiled naively -and I would swear that dogs don't get to smile- after killing all our sheep and my father blaming it