The history of mankind has always been very closely linked to the myth of origins, the arche, the big-bang, a creative principle from which everything began. From an initial condition of fluid chaos, suddenly appears the matter. So does my cosmogony: imaginary and fantastic planets, like watercolor dreams, like a flow in motion, a fluid that crosses the space and transforms us. Cosmogony means inner change, and rebirth. Our 'cosmos' that takes its shape. A huge inner explosion, then a necessary regurgitation: the creation, as the need to rediscover a inner world laying somewhere, forgotten on the bottom of the soul.