The Forest, or what’s left of it… The new series of paintings brings to attention the fate of the forest, the way we relate to nature (…) This aspect is becoming extremely relevant today; it is important that in the future we can admire the Forest, the majesty of a...
The Forest, or what’s left of it... This series of paintings draws attention to the fate of the forest, to the way we relate to nature, and to the relationship humans have with wood.Humans sometimes intervene abusively in nature for their own interests. Driven by...
The filter of time softens the memories, which drift back like the gentle breath of a fan. The memories of Japan, with Mount Fuji in the mist, the maple forests, and the cherry in bloom, have remained as precious souvenirs of the journey. Technical details: Ink and...
From the boat’s swift motion, a few drops splashed against my face. They came from that water of unreal beauty, shifting in hues from turquoise to indigo, the waters of the Indian Ocean over which we glided, drifting among the coral atolls of the Maldives. And it was...
Have you looked at the sky these past nights?Many of us have only seen it on the TV news, a sky streaked with military drones, fighter jets, ballistic missiles, anti-aircraft systems, tracers, followed by explosions…Can you imagine the terror with which people look at...
The seasons pass, and their memories last only as long as a falling leaf. Can we stop time for a moment? I'm afraid not — we only imagine it as we remember the past, for a moment. Do you remember the last time you saw the forest? What season was it? Watercolor and ink...
In our daily lives, we are often caught up in busy schedules, trapped in a fast-paced rhythm that leaves us no time to truly contemplate the present moment. “We can’t afford the luxury of wasting time”. We’re too busy!And so, we realize that time has slipped by,...
"Winter has passed. Even spring is gone! Summer has already begun."This is how we mark the passing of the seasons, when, sometimes for a moment, we realize they are gone…Others will follow…, and we hope to live through them endlessly."How many seasons have passed!How...
I received a letter from Last Autumn.I understand it will never return, just like all the ones before… The memory of past seasons returns more and more blurred, like fragments, similar to an old postcard. Watercolor and ink on paper size: 56x76 cm, 38x56 cm, 28x38 cm,...
Southern Spain is sunny and generally has arid landscapes. We only imagine it with sun and exotic places.This spring when I traveled there, it wasn't like that at all.Torrential rains were daily. It was strong wind and cold. There were even floods on the major rivers,...
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