Covid19 extreme lockdown
“I’m going to fill the walls of this small room”, I said, I cut the few pieces of canvas I had to paint a series of small works with the feeling of being in one place while thinking of another.
Longing. Invocation. Uncertainty. Disfigured landscape, taped parks, everything dismantled and undetermined. Without escape. Unfinished. Concerned climate. Enigma. Scraped. Dirt. Black inside the paint. Murky. Dripping. Desperation. Accumulation.
From the distance, the longing and the enclosed memory I built a blanket of images of the garden to which I could not return.