Mixed media. Acrilic and oil painting on linen. 95 x 145 cm
Every detail of this work speaks of a part of the journey that each of us, in our own way, is called to undertake.
We often choose to travel accompanied; at times, we find ourselves riding the carousel alone. From time to time, we catch sight of an outstretched hand, right there, before us.
But there is also the absence embodied by the empty seat — perhaps a space we will never be able to fill.
The vertical movement evokes the unknown towards which we are all drawn, yet with one certainty: although invisible to our eyes, delicate chains connect us to the same source.
Within it lives the memory of childhood, of instinct, of the lightness of giving — a return to the senses, and to the meaning of the journey itself.
