The works are inspired by emotion and physicality. The colors are derived from the body, these are applied to the canvas. The cloths are applied with the pigments that undergo a relationship with the body. Blue of the veins, red of blood, and the light beige color of the skin. These are rubbed and by this action the canvas is given a new life.
It was a woman's day. The cute tiles on the floor in a restless pattern of flowers and various plants strike off the pale pink walls. Anxiety filled the place with its aroma of roses and Chanel No. 5. I was constantly surprised that so many women still used this smell, although the aroma gives me a typical recognition. A muscular scent outdated and dusty and with its recognition boring and passive. The place was doomed with a whirlwind of objects. Paintings of large-eyed cats hung unstructured on the walls. The tables and chairs were made of curly white-painted iron that tried to emphasize the sophisticated romance of the place. There was no bar in the room, something of course I immediately saw my experience in the hospitality industry and my passion for alcoholic refreshments. An inconvenience struck me, this space was all about feeling frustration. Unstructured without theme. A freak of imaginary thoughts put together in total chaos. We had reserved a table with our group and were the only ones in our room. At the round table there were 6 women including me. A strange diversity that did not look entirely like a logical combination.