For the body to give up its sacred character… With its language to precede the language of speech… To show our nakedness, and to merge both sexes To mix suggestions and signs…

These forms end up representing us…

Contrasting our integration and incarnation… Fertilizing and fertile… They take the opportunity to replace one another, and to collude to live as one... 

Rima weaves us as a human matrix…

With her tools, the thick, the gentle

The quiet, and the noisy…

Dust and air... 

All in one body that loves dancing like water-plants... 

To picture us a scene that encapsulates us all, and corners us in the dimensions of her painting… Not to express our bodies. 

But to express with our bodies…

Then... 

She has faith to live.

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