RACELAR HO
ARTIST, DESIGNER, RESEARCHER

Getting hold of a sudden inspiration feels like catching flashes of lightning coming from the spirit of revelations. Capturing that objective is difficult and causes frustration and depression, falling on your knees under the sophisticated and obscured moonlight. The soul snuggles this placid light, pale energy that can erode everything, being calm at the same time. When this force appears, it causes people to feel loneliness and to shed their tears. Thoughts escape the high walls of their prison, and they dash out to the black hole in the depths of the universe, a dimension shaped in darkness and mystery. The nature of this energy is unknown, being like the undercurrent of crimson rivers, impossible to escape, and nowhere to escape. You are sucked into a vortex, feeling overwhelmed by despair, unable to reject it or struggle to escape from it. That mystical energy that cannot be touched or perceived is continually assaulting your body. That mystical power is a whirlpool, violently rushing and dragging the beaten soul up and down in the endless circle of the external and internal domains, flowing on the vortex and unable to be stopped. Then, the soul enters another level of freedom -everything is stirring, colliding, burning until it eventually calms down by itself- the inner body for the soul.