PINK
This painting speaks of an apparently calm separation: the straight line between pink and black. On the left, the matter is soft, blurred, almost decorative — the bearable form in which we present ourselves to the world. On the right, the interior appears: dense, contradictory, layered, impossible to reduce to a single story.
The brain is not an organ here, but a living territory, crossed by tensions, accumulations and abandonments. The rupture between the two areas is not only aesthetic, but existential: it shows the impossibility of translating ourselves entirely to the outside without loss. In order to be accepted, we simplify; in order to remain whole, we accept that a part of us will remain invisible. Between the soothing pink and the deep black there is no complete reconciliation — only the tension that keeps us functional.