The madness of a man who lives held captive.
The dazzle before freedom.
The eyes see things that the heart does not see.
The heart feels things that the eyes do not feel.
The eyes are blinded by the light that burns.
In the veins runs blood that burns and tears the skin.
The skin is broken.
The skin is tattooed with pain.
Pain is my companion.
And now pain?
Series of poetic drawings Initiated during an artistic residency with the American dancer David Yates