The common thread, the red color, a red dress or a red-haired girl, but also the expression of thought through a portrait, or a look, which can only make us perceive the ocean hiding inside it. The dance, the elegance and the disarming class of a ballerina who however went through hell before she could take flight.

Being, each in its own way, psychopaths, each with their own history, with their own demons and their own follies, with stories that flow smoothly and slowly like a huge plain river, and others complicated and full of turns, detours, waterfalls, like a mountain stream, but ultimately, all of them inevitably lead to the sea.

The madness of abandonment, the madness of architecture in its most extreme forms, the madness of art, of the moon and the nature, the solitude of a mental disarray that nobody feels and understands, the loneliness of those who are alone against themselves and of those who are alone against the world.

We all have red inside us, we are all dancers and psychopaths, in a constant balance between happiness and depression. Ourselves and the world around us are the expression of this inescapable madness.

With your help Pretty Vacant Magazine will try to tell this story.