Two worlds separated by a black hole, perhaps cosmic, in which two points retreat from an attempt at contact, an “X” that represents an attempt to sew together two distinct and separate parts.
On the right a female figure, distracted and closed in on itself, she is perhaps indifferent, which stands on a matter which is entirely desert.
A woman enclosed in a pure form like that of a river stone that the water has honed as it makes it way from mountain to sea.
A figure enclosed in basic lines that only nature and art can accomplish.
On the other side we have the opposite sense, a vitality that it chases, like an energy that explodes following no predetermined direction but dictated by randomness.
A microcosm exploding in its essence.