In order to understand what I paint, I have to turn away from it occasionally.
A painting is nothing more than a probable reality born into and by imagination. From where and how the vision came into my mind? From what ball of thread thoughts entwined emotions winding and twisting together to form visions and create realities? And which vision? Which reality?
I cut my painting wanting to erase a reality in order to create another one. One that would speak more about the inner mechanisms that create worlds. One without control and devoid of any symbols expressed by signs, marks or gestures.
I pulled the strings of my reality and the whole fabric of my world unraveled, disclosing ideas, thought patterns that need to change in order to create a different probability.

The Fabric of Reality, 2020

Installation
Acrylic painting on canvas cut into shreds
Size: 139 H x 139 W cm