A blank canvas, covered in textured plaster, grooved, striated, in relief, overlaid with paint, roughness, smoothness and sharpness.

This is the recreated universe – chaotic, expressive and impressively irregular, abstract, sometimes caustic – in which this Woman emerges. She is partially immersed in this undefined world; she lacks a fixed form, she is translucent, allowing light and darkness to pass through her. She does not feel the need to define herself at all costs, because she is also a question, a search for essence in contrast to the surface of things and the profusion of colors and textures.

She is not the prototype of happiness, unshakable self-esteem or constant well-being. She knows chaos, pain, failure, loss, impotence, unpredictability and tragedy. She accepts and integrates this dark side of herself, of her surroundings, of what she has known. Even when her tones are pale, white, sky blue, she is still roughness, non-linearity, sharpness and uncertainty.

Sometimes, her gaze is a cry of despair and a warning: she feels that, at any moment, her own limits and contours could crumble and dissolve into that chaotic, undefined and corrosive background.

Yet, she continues to search for her most authentic form, not necessarily the most linear or concrete, seeking fleeting moments of beauty, fullness, pleasure and lightness: the ephemerality of the beautiful and the tragic.