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Oscuro in Valencia, alludes to the beautiful plot of nature and the game with drawing as an idea. I speak of black lines, of intense and perceptible shadows, of a nature in mourning, devastated and charred until it became a spectrum of the green that it once was.

A black horizon, kneaded inch by inch, growing in its thick darkness, a malleable and fragile drawing that poetically refers us to an already verifiable future.

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