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Nieve en el jardín /Snow in the garden

The dreams that inhabit me

Acrilyc on canvas

80 x 80 cm

“This work is part of moments of psychosocial instability, of insecurity in which it will be next. Snow is an empty, absurd addition, it works like a nothing that connotes emptiness and whiteness as a symbol of scarcity, the coldness typical of an expectant reality. The palms are consumed in their own fire, they suffer the symptom of the insular drama. Behind, someone takes refuge and looks, as if he did not understand, or did not even fit into the scene, perhaps it could be me in this lethargy that never ends.”