The work · 2023
Colour, barely breathed on. From top to bottom, bands of red, yellow, green, blue and pink travel across the canvas, applied so dry that the weave shows through.
Over them lie wide white arcs, drawn quickly, like wind over water. Below, deep blue thickens; above, the red fades almost to rosé, as if the sky were dissolving.
Horizons speak quietly. With every step they shift, and yet they stay there, calm at the edge of your gaze. Il cielo cambia colore – the sky changes colour.
In the entrance hall, at the last look back before you close the door behind you, you take its calm out with you.
