These two pieces are projected in front of a mirror and engage in a dialogue of silence. A before and an after, marked by that "thin line" on which the Covid placed us.
Life, death.
Freedom, isolation.
Courage, fear.
As an artist I was so proud that I looked at my work and broke with everything I had learned up to that moment, I took my paintings, manipulated them and discarded them, trying to take a step beyond the established. I called it "Deconstruct".
(Now this seems to me a metaphor applied to the human being).
The Covid came and stopped everything, froze the moments, the ideas, the mind, the projects, the adventures and made us look inside, slowly. Time did not pass and the world came to a screeching halt.
When this happened, our creativity, struggling to live, took a step forward and looked for the color, the shape, the joy, the free brushstroke and painted with all its strength a message of joy, of desire to live, to go ahead and that's when it could see its reflection in the world.
