Learning to enjoy the time that seems lost, to enjoy being alive and having around a multifaceted, multiethnic and multicultural community from which every feeling and every thought can sprout.

 

A group of people who compulsorily wait to be transported to who knows where, a gathering of strangers who in recent times we are no longer used to recognizing at the edge of any street in our city, perhaps in any city. It seems that the time required to wait is wasted time, time thrown away, which flows inexorably, time stolen from the commitments that fill up the day. 

 

What the BUS STOP work tends to aims at a re-evaluation of that time that seems lost, the obligatory stop, the stop, a wait for something that does not seem to exist but which can and must give life to that curiosity to know, to understand , to experience the knowledge or just a small step on the road of someone else's life that can enhance ourselves or simply our cultural baggage.

 

A sociability that seems lost but comes back to life and can be a personal asset in a society that could lose the pleasure of knowledge in the real world.

Not talking to a stranger makes him a stranger forever.

 

All the elements that characterize our artistic journey are present in this work: the stylization of forms, the search for an intrinsic truth, expressed through things, with which to identify; the chromatic choice to remain in shades of gray, a neutral area in which to recognize oneself; a white point, to suggest the light and the black plane, which reflects in a continuity of space, which is an intimate and reflective space, the shadows.