El Juego de la Consciencia

Who is watching whom? In this theatrical scene of the soul, the elements converse as if part of a cosmic board, where each object, each gesture, each creature, is a moving piece in the grand game we call “reality.”
Nothing is placed by chance: a man with a hollow chest holds a compass, a woman keeps time in a cage. He seems to govern space, she the internal rhythm of cycles. And between them, a submerged heart—neither alive nor dead—waits for someone to gaze upon it without fear.
The artwork offers no answers, It suggests states. The table is an altar, the piano is memory, animals burst in as messengers from the unconscious: the zebra blurring the edges of the real, flamingos dancing on the absurd, the crow announcing, but not warning.
Here, everything is ordinary, yet nothing obeys the rules. The domestic becomes symbol. The symbolic, a mirror.
The Game of Consciousness invites us to see with every sense awake, to dwell in contradiction, to recognize ourselves—without certainties—within the shifting terrain of the soul. Because if anything is clear, it is this: consciousness is not a state… it is a dance between the veils we slowly draw back.