In the metamorphosis of ancestral pain of jungian archetype

 See you see storm. Strong as a flash. Chopped. Fleeting. You were waiting Of water. That silences time. It takes time to build up as turbulence. Which belongs to the dissenting pain of the body in the accuracy of its reading. In the metamorphosis of ancestral pain, Jungian archetype. When for what? Like an image traveling through the space of time. Like a primitive horde that takes time to project itself in color and in meaning.

Palimpseste sur painting. Mirror Sub-Irrealism. Random intratextuality.