“plays jazz; there is no melody, only notes, a myriad of brief jolts…

It could be said that at that moment in “La Náusea” the novel stops, the character is lost in his thoughts, the music invades him completely, and perhaps in this way, Sartre takes the opportunity to poetically condense and tell us about the arid essence of existentialism that had been too abstract and distant for us in “Being and Nothingness”.

…They know no rest; an inflexible order generates and destroys them; never leaving them time to recover, to exist for themselves. They run, they huddle together, they give me a sharp blow as I pass and they are annihilated. I would like to hold them, but I know that if I were to stop one, only a languid, roguish sound would remain between my fingers.

At that moment he has lost his sense of being. He is one of those “notes”, part of that beautiful “myriad” that transcends him, but for that beauty to exist, he must be nothing, less than a grain of sand, that ephemeral that taken separately is nothing more than something “scoundrel and languishing”.

I have to accept his death; I must even want this death; I know of few harsher or stronger impressions.”

Then the anguish, that overwhelming feeling of insignificance so “harsh and so strong” that it consolidates the nausea and tells us about modern man, the one who is afraid to stop to think for a second about what it is that It pushes him to walk day by day as if it were a simple gear.

Art often tries to tell us about ourselves, about our reality, about those things that go through us, that we know, but that we cannot translate into words. Can we, from a graphic composition, somehow represent the essence of this paragraph so full of contents? Myriad Art intends to try to walk that path.
Each canvas in this gigantic work, is it not that inconsequential work space of just 32×32 pixels that has neither “time to recover” or reason “to exist by itself”, a fluid nothingness that taken separately would be “rogue and languishing”, but added to this “myriad” that is the great living work, is it transformed into something else?
And this gigantic artwork, is not a space that is not limited only to colors on paper, or brush and canvas decisions, but where an economy and a whole set of power relations work, product of an extensive community that without cultural borders, will have to make decisions.
What will be the value of such a work?
As we said, this is just a path of questions that tries to open new questions.