Exploring
the landscape – (see sketch series). Valleys and hills swallow
me like an ocean; plantations take on an almost symbolic presence. Heat, interrupted by short, brutal storms. Wandering
suddenly turns into concentration on a single protagonist: larger
than life, braced against the slope – the fico d’India. An
autonomous body, almost a personality. To
paint it means examining its complexity. Understanding its
volume. Making its pride visible without idealizing it. It
is both body and emptiness. It creates spaces – the intervals
between its limbs seem to belong to it. While
I study this sculpture, insects drift effortlessly through its cubist
corridors. A reminder that spaces function, even when they are
not meant for us.
