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Of Gold, Blue and Black unfolds on a threshold: a suspended space between transformation and loss.

A liminal conditionin which nothing ever fully settles, and everything remains in a constant, delicate state of becoming.

But liminality itself is not at the heart of this work.

What interests me is the emotional tension this condition generates in the body, when it cannot fully surrender to eitherjoy or pain.

A body in constant becoming, never fixed, never safe, yet intensely, precariously alive.

Gestures that return again andagain, like fragments of a prayer, as if repetition could hold together what is constantly slipping away.

This shifting emotional landscape finds its echo in Vincent van Gogh’s Wheatfield with Crows (1890), which permeatesthe work as a chromatic atmosphere.

The painting becomes a field of forces rather than a point of reference.

The gold of the wheat burns with the fleeting brilliance of joy.

The deep blue opens onto a still, distant, almost breathless contemplation, in which time seems to hesitate.

The black of the crows: omens and guides.

I wanted to explore the duality that remains unresolved.

The flesh that grows and the flesh that withers.

Fierce joy and fertile sorrow.

The inheritance passed from one body to another.

Parenthood, born in the very same instant in which we lose the child we once were.

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To my mother, to my daughter.

“The end of the world and the land of wonders.”