From the series “Small things”. Oil, pencil and
charcoal on paper, 30 x 30 cm.
My
house is
full of little things. An
infinity of unnecessary items
accumulated over the years, that
stay there, without a reason and without a purpose.
Sometimes I not even
remember where they come from, where I bought them, or who has
donated them to me. But now they have achieved a small
space, a place above a cabinet,
inside a drawer, on a library shelf, or hidden
at the bottom of a closet, and they defend that place fiercely, stubbornly. They don’t want
to leave, claiming their right
to survive, pretending that I feel
an affection for them, a bond that simply
doesn’t exist. I avenge with these portraits, which
reveal their uselessness, their fragility, and the ability that I could, if I really would, to get rid of
them all, forever. I want to
show their true face, which is inconsistent. They
are an empty and weak shell, so that their own shadow is heavier than themselves.
Original
available for sale.
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