A burst of wild blooms defies the grey,

color spilling like a secret on the table.

In the shadows, a silent cat keeps watch —

still as the moment, soft as a whisper.

Wild Cat, wild flowers 

“Sacred Spondylus” depicts a Spondylus shell floating in a deep emerald background, evoking the mystery and symbolic richness of the Manteño culture. The vivid red of the shell powerfully contrasts with the dark greens, as if it were emerging from the depths of the sea—or from an ancestral dream.

In the Manteño worldview, the Spondylus shell symbolized abundance, fertility, and spiritual connection to the sea. This piece reinterprets that legacy, giving the shell a solitary, powerful, and almost sacred presence at the center of the canvas. The green background evokes the natural and the sacred, as if the shell were suspended in a ceremonial space.

Sacred Spondylus

“Traces of the Invisible” is a gesture-based work built on repetition. The surface is covered with marks—almost like fingerprints or small steps—that form an organic visual rhythm.

At the center, a reddish form seems to pulse, holding a contained energy. The contrast between movement and stillness, between the individual and the collective, creates a poetic tension that invites the viewer to look beyond the material. This piece speaks to the subtle marks left by invisible emotions.

Traces of the Invisible

“Ancestral Figure” represents a mysterious presence emerging through layers of color. The dark, symbolic silhouette evokes a shamanic or mythological figure—like an echo from the past resurfacing in the present.

The background is built with overlapping layers of warm and cool tones, creating a misty atmosphere where the figure both appears and dissolves. This piece explores the duality between the spiritual and the earthly, the forgotten and the remembered.

Ancestral Figure

“Spring is gone” presents a vase of white flowers standing against a deep black background, as if suspended in the void of memory. Some flowers remain upright, while others have already fallen, subtly evoking the passage of time, the fragility of beauty, and the inevitable end of natural cycles.

  
The contrast between the purity of the white flowers and the darkness behind them intensifies the sense of loss and melancholy. There is no apparent light—only the memory of what was once luminous. Every fallen petal becomes a quiet farewell, a metaphor for impermanence.

  

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