At the time I was looking at the latest captures of the space telescopes, I found myself as thinking about the “being”. I found the similarity and the common patterns of the pictures shot by electron microscope and grand telescopes amazing. This is how Cosmic Commedia created. It is about cancer, about outer space, about depression, and how they have the same visual rappresantion.

Either any choice is the right path or none. Because in the end nothing but the harmonic dance of the destruction and recreation is important. Everyday we are dying, every day we are born again. Because we’re all one, unified, from the little quarks of an exploding star to little dead cells in our bodies. Nothing is real, everything is serious, and there is no right an wrong, only existence shifting shapes from one eternity to another.