Eternity

“The tragedy of old age is not that one is old, but that one is young,” wrote Oscar Wilde in his Dorian Grey.
We want the youth without end, eternal and inescapable. Dream, in a dream-like distorted and distressed, wrinkled faces or bodies in decay. “Eternity,” tells the two sides of the same fear. The fear of aging. The intact bodies with faces faded and old bodies with young faces reveal the different levels of this phenomenon. Young people who are dismayed looking in the mirror, representing in his own mind as the years advance. Old men who own plan of a past full of muscles and skin stretched. Futures or ancients Dorian. Which, thanks to cosmetic surgery, modern magic which eliminates any pact with the devil, you add a key. That of the individual remains suspended between real-time and this dummy of a physical plastic. Faces pliable and chewy. That in front of his picture and the eyes of the soul, can not lie.