The video was a reaction to the isolation and the absence of hope imprinted by the pandemic. It meant the global crises but, particularly, it reflected my own paralysis upon the momentum.
I was lost in translation in my own house in Amsterdam when I was supposed to be in Portugal at that very moment.
Holland disbelieved but here as much as in mostly of Europe, the death-toll indicated apocalypse rates everyday. Meanwhile, in my motherland, the virus striked hiting mostly the poor. I held a fear within but there was nowhere to go.
The work was an epic call, as if time has arrived to jump. In a impulse of grandiose, I took a mantle and performed into the unknown of the times. Music was playing from the skies.