My Good Love / Mi buen amor

Beneath each veil of pigment, the neural wave of a philosophical concern unfolds: the enigma of woman as a center drawing us into the core of mystery; the technologization of emotion, the management of faith as a subtle corporate strategy, everyday life as a slow and painless mutilation, memory threatened by the progression of amnesia—all within a universe (ours) sweetly dystopian, ruled by immediacy and the oversaturation of the trivial