On the Language of Love
‘I had written the poem "Hands" almost two years before Covid started. I didn't know back then my husband would come to photograph our hands and I would paint them. This is how my life goes during this pandemic. He photographs, I paint and sometimes I write. But these days I paint what he had recently captured with his camera... I paint us and I no longer feel isolated from the world. I feel more than ever focused on my emotionality and inner impetuses that leave their marks on my life, on that inner structure that still emerges and it is far from being finished.
Notes on ‘On the language of Love’ 2020