Walter Pica

Me gustaría mucho llevar mis 16 paranoias a México

Twilight self-portrait with square Mickey Mouse ears and 16 paranoias attached to the chest

Mr. Abyss is watching me

Cassandra's prophecy

A paranoid day - Waiting for the rain

A very boring summer sunset

Night - 3 small paranoid mountains - Social distancing

Anger rises inside me

A pimple named Narcissus

A quadruple inclination towards paranoia

When I was young

Threatening technology

Multiple hallucinations of three inseparable blackheads

La fleur du mal

The sunset of enthusiasm

Angry and paranoid

Desire to emerge

The heavy night of an over fifty year old

Don't be afraid. Come close to me...

A rational and methodical restlessness

Minimal stories: the 3 inseparable blackheads and a healthy paranoia

- The 3 inseparable blackheads feel down
- A healthy paranoia appears
- The 3 inseparable blackheads levitate
- The 3 inseparable blackheads feel up

My backache

Yes, I'm an old paranoid

The lone defender

Autistic Pong

The origin of the world

We gotta go

"Sal, we gotta go and never stop going 'till we get there.' 'Where we going, man?' 'I don't know but we gotta go."

Ex aequo (the Olympic dream of 3 inseparable blackheads)

River Tagus, 3 floating blackheads, monoscope, sunset, saudade

Still life (3 blackheads and a square with a rounded corner)

The complementary relationship between blackheads and whiteheads

They float in line

Birth, growth and maximum splendor of a pimple and its young paranoia

A big pimple and 3 blackheads (nostalgia for youth)

The pathetic attempt of 3 blackheads to obscure the moon

3 blackheads hypnotized by Vrioon (Alva Noto + Ryuichi Sakamoto)

Europe's color

Paranoid Easter egg - Great Flood - SOS

The only one left

I'm the only one left.
I can't see.
I can't speak.
I can only remember.
While I whirl in the void.

The only one left

We were hunters and gatherers.
We were explorers and warriors.
We were shamans and artists.
I'm the only one left.
Lost in the void.

The only one left

I'm always at home. With my paranoia and Mickey Mouse's ears.

Nineteen Eighty-Four/Two Thousand Twenty

Trapped in Antarctica (the Argonauts have gone the wrong way)

Oh my God! My opinions are not mine!

2 flies trapped in infinity

Waiting for the infection

The pathetic and frantic attempts of a paranoid fat pentagon with a semi-transparent side to defeat the force of gravity

Tuscan night landscape with semi-invisible cypress and lunar eclipse

The Argonauts approach Lemnos

A nocturnal and nervous selfie with Mickey Mouse ears

The mental activity of a Minotaur with a semitransparent side

The departure of the Argonauts

The psychedelic melancholy of Castor and Pollux

Psychedelic selfie of a cosmic aboriginal tormented by a stereophonic tinnitus

Psychedelic selfie of a super paranoid cosmic cop

I hope to have a nice dream tonight

I'm still alive

Routine, routine, routine...

Happy couple (him)

Happy couple (her)

The night paranoia of the Three Graces

Society, city, condominium, cemetery. Paranoia.

A paranoid Subbuteo player before the penalty kick

A pounding and colorful stomach ache

The frantic search for meaning

Loneliness and melancholy of a Subbuteo player

The blood of Nessus (the sweet taste of revenge)