Repetition is a part of life; every day, dawn and dusk, we sleep and we wake up. The seasons are repeated annually; the life cycle of plants follows the rhythm of the seasons; the earth surrounds the sun and the moon to the earth in almost perfect cycles. Human beings impose routines that are repeated with a certain frequency.
A while ago, I started to reflect these ideas onto my work without realizing it. I think the fascinating thing about repetition exists in the nuances that each one of us gives it. When these small daily changes are accumulated, we mature and know ourselves better even though everything has already been repeated.