"I am nothing...but the empty net which has gone on aheadof human eyes, dead in those darknesses,of fingers accustomed to the triangle, longitudeson the timid globe of an orange.I walked around as you do,investigating the endless star......and in my net, during the night, I woke up naked,the only thing caught, a fish trapped inside the wind.
- Pablo Neruda
Visual Artist and Spoken Word Poet