MANIFESTO BIAM

My life will not be invisible.

The dust of my bones will not wander in vain.

 

To turn life into art is to resist.

To show the truth is to connect.

 

I do not paint to prove that I existed.

I paint so that no one feels alone.

 

I am unique and special, like every person who accepts themselves as they are.

I am not a hero nor a symbol.

I am flesh, fear, error, desire, wound.

 

I am a common person, surviving my own life, but my existence will not conform to mediocrity.

 

Every experience I live must transform into art.

If it doesn’t become art, it is lost, and I do not want to lose anything more.

 

BIAM is my resistance to oblivion, my declaration of existence.

 

Seventy-two paintings.

Seventy-two cards.

Seventy-two moments that defined and transformed me.

 

They do not predict the future, they reveal what I survived.

 

This is my tarot: an emotional archive, a secret language, my biography disguised as a symbol.

 

I speak in images because the world never knew how to listen to my words.

 

I am a man.

I am homosexual.

I have been singled out, misunderstood, rejected, but I will not hide.

 

My difference is not shame, it is origin.

 

I prefer to be an anomaly rather than invisible.

I prefer to be the rainbow sheep rather than conform.

 

I choose the truth.

I reject lies, indifference, hatred, and resentment.

I do not accept hiding, conformity, or mediocrity.

 

My art must be pure, intense, true.

If it does not satisfy me, I will begin again.

 

This is my testimony, my resistance, my legacy.

 

This will not be silence, shame, or oblivion.

 

As long as I breathe, I will create.

As long as I exist, I will leave a mark.

 

BIAM is not just a collection, it is a ritual, a bridge, a hand extended.

 

Seventy-two cards.

Seventy-two wounds.

Seventy-two reasons not to remain silent.

 

If something hurts you,

if something accompanies you,

then the manifesto is fulfilled.