For sale within the EU
Price: 250 Euros+postage
When she abandoned her metropolis to escape from the rhythms repeated until exhaustion, with all the acquaintances that still assembled her soul to that origin, she was left alone, suspended in the waiting of an absolute independence.Technically she prepared whatever she could rescue from her imagination, and her mind was filled with the idea of camouflaging herself with the abundance of sustainability.Little by little, from the clothing to the most intimate skin, her body adopted the form of jars that were the first threshold toward non-dependence.But each packaged relic breathed a secret tremor, a deaf restlessness: they vibrated, not always, barely in flashes, and that heartbeat granted to the atmosphere movements similar to beloved times with childhood friends. Some jars even throbbed with psychedelic rhythms, echoes of costume parties. All that existed, and still struck like an obstinate desire to reopen doors that no longer offered new feelings.Sad or not, the land that that woman contemplates, touches and transforms, reveals its nakedness: it is not the basis of the lost environment. And the question persists, intact in its silence: why was her dream not imagined in plural?
Oil on experimental format (Figueras)
40×30 cm
2025
