Black threads intersect like an impossible form of writing, an alphabet without translation, where the flow of water endures as a visual echo. The work does not depict a natural phenomenon but rather records its transformation into language and memory. The body asserts itself as an archive: each gesture inscribes time, rhythm, and pause onto a surface that becomes sensitive skin. Thus, the image emerges as a field of impossible translations, where nature, writing, and memory intertwine, and what once seemed to disappear persists as a trace, inviting slow and attentive contemplation.
- Subject Matter: Abstract Landscape