Nosophobia

We grouped, spontaneously, in fogs of ideological synopses in order to dilute the abductions of the intellect by means of rigorous doubts that reappear like rain and wind. We cut ourselves in traces identified by determinations duly oriented towards an absolute confluence of sincere harmony, thus transforming adverse and evanescent secrets into engines of renewable and versatile evolution.

Consecutively, in the gradual swelling of the confinement directed towards a trust grouped in sincere testimonies of biographical crystallizations; a static leviation miraculously arises, conjectured to heal sutures invisible to the naked eye, susceptible to ecstatic burns from the apprehension of the world by the shared relief of those who rejuvenate in the same space and shelter, identifying themselves in complementary principles of volcanic blooms that absorb energies without leaving of an area delimited in favor of an attentive, healthy and concrete meditation on productivity.

And as we pass through specters of dreams and levity among the goals, plans and desires of those who are within the empathic framework of the distinct substances of this planet, gradually morbid throughout their unity; natural lights that orbit in the ubiquitous breaths of humanity, vanish in plurivalent projections of empathy and collaboration.

It is reborn succinctly, from memories reemerged in daytime constellations of the streets conducive to abandonment, underestimated by generational degradations: an association formed from a shared general suffering. A declaration of war on stunned and universal nosophobia, which is fed through a store of complacent faith, distributed in benevolent locomotions of a puzzle disfigured at the outset; displacements of elements related to individual sufferings that make up the stratagem of epiphenomenal safeguards in favor of a collective aura, the purpose of which stands out in the generalized preparation of heterodox insuspicions, confessions at a touch's distance, multiple figures of indiscreet synergies, an exchange of looks: pure, sublime, imperishable.

“I can’t do what I had planned”

Artist: Rachel Evans

Dimensions 11 x 8"

Photomontage

All media artists own except for Ann Meredith, ‘AIDS Foundation Women’s Support Group, SAN Francisco, June 1987’

The appropriated photograph is an archival digital print