Immerse yourself in the density of the meadows, in a series of large-format paintings in which the usual scales are reversed and the flowers tower far above the people. The Catananche opens almost secretly, standing in the middle of the thicket as the protagonist, in a world where heaven and earth set no standards, while the viewer stands between amazement and sober acceptance: the flowers simply exist. A deliberately unfinished painting panorama, in continuous development and infinitely combinable.
