Higher still and higher From the earth thou springest, Like a cloud of fire; The blue deep thou wingest, And singing still dost soar, and soaring ever singest. Ode to a Skylark. Shelley My painting could be a skylark. The painting of the body –or the last metaphor it is a reflex (ion)-the action on space occupation in painting and the possibilities of the gestures when painting that movement that never repeats itself no matter the brain effort and enthusiasm to duplicate the initial result. It is a struggle between the mental copy and the improvisation of action-the thought that wants to turn into understandable expression and the gesture movement that wants to be. That is the reason why the body is still free and mad. The body is the before and the after, it inhabits and empties the space that is the distance between me and my geographical place. My painting is the body that gets the light and the spark /glow that comes from the glowing...