“Colours became her talismans.
At the end of each day in black and white she dreamed in colour.
In the evening she dipped her body in magenta tincture, rubbed herself with a yellow-green pumice stone.
On the pillow, crimson spots left by her black hair. "
Art and lies, Jeanette Winterson
Spots of colour and whites and blacks, textures, lines, curves, reflections, geometries. No definition of what the subject is and why.
Do you really need to know what it is? Do you really need to explain what I see?
Without contact with reality, it makes me travel in non-existent worlds that exist and are right in front of my eyes.
A tribute to the artists who showed me the world with their unique looks, Mondrian, Rothko, Pollock, Fontana, Picasso and many others whose realities were rarefied and precise fantasies.
Self portrait
