Having found myself craving something genuine, simple, and pure amidst the intellectual and artistic chaos of the world we have gradually created, an intense desire took shape within me: the need to connect with something that awakens the body while astonishing the mind, and that revitalizes my creative essence. It was a quest to remember, and to remind others, where all came from.
Along this journey, I discovered the sacred silence of civilization’s caves—among rocks and carving tools. Though the distance between those ancient hands and mine initially froze me, it also warmed my soul, evoking the unmistakable feeling of returning home.
I decided to gather the power of all the world’s primitive hands, intertwine it with my own, and illuminate anew this elemental urge for expression, observation, structure, understanding, and communication—the foundation of every great literary achievement, artistic masterpiece, intellectual debate, or human cry. Here lies the primitive need, in its first, simplest form. And as with dance and music, it all begins with an act: one hand, one eye, one need.