Gently I press the trigger I am a stone. I am non-visible. I only have one bullet. This is a tough game where I have to be in hidden ˜frozen' position otherwise any wrong move might transform my reality into something else. Gently I press the trigger where the bullet goes out reaching hundreds of meters in less than a second. Pressing it is always something very sensitive and fragile, "It's like touching something that has never been touched before", Undoubtedly, the bullet will goes fast and hits the target hard creating colour' shapes, exposing how powerless it can be if we are visible for another. I tried to engender a methodology that allowed me to create art from where I could use some of the deadly skills that I learnt while I was being trained as soldier. Therefore, I comprehend this methodology as a space of metaphors, both for my personal space and displacement; displaying a natural analogy of my accumulated skills and depicts my absorbed discipline. I was trained to shoot, to follow rules, and I was good at it. The main purpose of all this training was to make me an expert in shooting and in camouflage. I was taught to hit the target, quickly and accurately, as to use the surrounding environment to camouflage myself. Some exercises were aimed to oblige me to make my own uniform; I needed to be like a chameleon, imperceptible within the terrain. Thus, I have combined these two acquired skills into making my art, which somehow demonstrates the disconnection between structuralism and essence, and why both can be meaningful in military service as well as in approaching the understanding of life.