Abstract

Abstraction is the territory where form abandons its name and colour speaks before reason. In these works, the pictorial gesture is both origin and destination: layers of pigment, rough textures and lines that tangle like primitive writing shape an autonomous language, detached from representation and faithful only to the intensity of the creative instant. Time inscribes itself on each surface as visible sediment, as a trace of the process that is never erased.

Nature remains an implicit reference: spirals reminiscent of shells, stains that evoke damp earth, lines that trace the flight of something nameless. Each piece is a field of tensions where chance and intention negotiate their territory, where the silence between the forms carries as much weight as the forms themselves. Abstraction, here, is not an absence of meaning but its infinite multiplication.