A composition rich in texture where black and white intertwine with a more muted red. The surface feels broken, torn, as if it has been through something. The strokes are more horizontal, denser. The paint seems to have been pushed, displaced. It is an image that speaks of friction.
The journey of the present concludes here, not as an end but as permanence. In Inhala, this painting represents the awareness that has traversed all the layers of the now. It is no longer innocent, but it remains present. It is a now that has felt, that has breathed intensely, and that, despite everything, is still here.
