I don’t know a thing about it

2025 · 84 × 59 cm

Gouache and acrylic on paper

I was thinking about the root of desire: first experiences, unsuccessful and naive, which are still unable to influence the world of fantasies. They exist separately and almost never converge at a single point. Mostly traumatic and painful, but addictive, they make you want more in search of true intimacy or filling the corporal goblet. “Filling the corporal goblet” is a domestic catastrophe, the main condition and treasure of which is vulnerability. Skin, thinner than paper, is unable to protect the organs. Allowing to enter yourself and turn everything upside down, because the need to become whole, complete, not alone, to take and to give is stronger than logic and memory. On the verge of non-existence with the strongest confirmation of existence.