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23 x 48 x 10 cm

One day I was watching TV but it was muted. I saw the start of the runners in speed races, over and over again, and I was fascinated by the beauty of those bodies in absolute tension, towards a race that finished very quickly. In this kind of races, the athlete is halfway upright, with their feet on some fixed supports, using them as extra impulse for traction to start the race. After the sound of the shot given by the starter, the athlete throws himself to the lane and runs at maximum speed towards the goal, being a fast start absolutely crucial. Could it be an allegory for human existence? Of those crazy races towards nowhere in which sometimes our existence turns into, when we don’t have a clear objective which we should run for?