The material mashes the Homo.
He squirms taken from his fears,
the body (is) alone to bear so much weight.
The strength of a body.
The strength of a soul.
Here is the comparison with own fears…
of that blue-gray and paleness of
a body almost died
let see a glimpse of pink
that brings back Homo.
Curved lines that close: all inside,
Curved lines that give back
the movement of a contracted body,
Alone. Damn alone.
And yet accompanied by his pains,
put there naked facing the viewer.
Say, that’s what we are.
If we put off the mask,
that’s what we are.
Beings made of a body of flesh that
feels, suffers, lives.
A naked body facing the pain…
A body and a Being that inquire
Therefore, what’s happened?
What’s happened when we are
The dense material background
is loaded of a known heavy.
Now, who support this heavy is
a big body
that maybe by closing
himself he find more strength
to support that outside.
Or that inside.
A work maked with primary colors
put on a traditionally primed canvas,
brings back the idea of something maked with
everything of himself,
with own inside and with own outside.
Kinira Monica Carbone