I often wonder why the face, which is one of the most important parts of identity, is the part that we can see the least for ourselves. The reflections give us an image but... I'm not satisfied. When I live, without seeing myself, I feel that I am floating on a soft, superfluous surface that barely supports me. As if I were floating on a soft cloud, which carries me on its back and plays with me in every corner.
Acrylic on canvas 30x30 cm
With the obtaining of this digital piece, the original will be sent to you as well.
