We, disobedients, are inspired by human nature and its magnificent and progressive destinies.

by the bite of the apple
by the theft of fire
by the torn canvases
by musicians without score
by books creating infinitive worlds
by Socrates in the dock

We act upon creative resistance, we give it the shape of a song, of a book, of a film, a photograph, or a painting.

We doubt, we object, we perceive errors as sources of inspiration, a point from which we can start again.

We progress by concentric circles, we welcome edges without trying to smooth them out.

We define 10 points through which we draw infinitive lines. But we also create the eleventh in order to question all the other 10.

To single thoughts we prefer shared dreams.

We deny clichés and we search for unknown grounds.

We colour outside the lines, we look beyond obstacles, we burst banks. We build beauty.

To mathematics certainties we prefer hidden manifestations of the soul.

We break walls to build bridges.

To the world as it is we prefer a newly imagined world, and we fight for it to exist.

To the security of success, we prefer the possibility of failure.

We obey to the sound of the sea, the blowing of the wind, to the fire that warms us inside. To a musical note that suddenly explodes.

We are healthy carriers of amazement and wonder.