It is said that an image can say more than a thousand words, it can tell stories or it can affect us emotionally. Images can make “the scales fall from our eyes,” instantaneously recognising what we did not see before, although it was always there. There is a rhetoric of images, in language and art. Images can ‘speak’ to the viewers, though their ‘meaning’ remains shrouded. They are open to intepretations as signs or symbols, but they are not language. Maybe images should be like ‘an aquaintance’, as Panofsky suggested, who recognises, and welcomes us with a certain affection. These watercolours depict everyday things, that mutate and transform along different lines of thought, puns and wordplays. They can tell stories, or remain mute, depending how you address them. They weave a network between the everyday and the unsayable in a series of transgressions. Just like the things we use affect us, images emerge, insinuating themselves to us in manifold ways. We may notice their agency occasionally, we may become aware of the shifts and motions in which images and things transform and affect us; become agents in our thoughts and dreams, not semantics, but the reality of what images really do, beyond meaning and message.