Years ago Rafael Flores began to produce disturbing sounds in a white aromatic andalusian town. Those sounds became tinged with poetry and they have been holding the contrast between the luminous mornings and the anxious dreams of the siesta. From sounds to images..the videos..the ligth breeze waves a weightless curtain. The curtain caresses a just made bed, although perhaps it made was many years ago. one can hear a row that turns suddenly into calm and in the vertigo of silence appears a spiral of dreams; voices from other places are heard. Rafael Flores is risponsible for all this.
Nothing happens by chance in the demostrations of Rafael Flores
so much sincerity, so much restlessness, so much beauty.