While There is Still Time

I’ve been always interested on the love that artists put into their works. After all, a true masterpiece is love demonstration above all things. When I am making a movie, I need to fill myself of happiness by finding something greater, something transcendent. And of course, I give myself entirely. Commitment to connect to the universe of all possibilities and only than the true work reveals itself. This is an ideal, that when is achieved, even for a moment, deepens the reason for my existence and work. Only by it, I can share my vision of the world and tune into the dynamics of life, of love. And in my search for that ideal, I find myself increasingly enveloped in an ocean of doubts and hopes. Then I try to understand the reasons that brought me accomplish every project, and the right answer is always something very subjective, but hopeful. That always reflect elements that attract me in that search to understand the world and stocks and stocks that do not permeate . However , now I find myself particularly interested in the relationship between time and losses . These viewpoints seem applicants in my explorations and visions facets . Opposite the great mystery that is life , I try to look at it carefully and preserve me a little of all that greatness always so forcefully grabs me and turns me . And between the trace transform and be transformed my intention at some object in hopes that he would become art .