We cannot remain indifferent to what happened this year.
Covid has blocked all vitality in the existence of each of us. It saddens the fact that not even the Arts have been able to emerge unscathed from the lock-down. Nothing to alleviate the days of isolation and loneliness.
The duality of things and events that follow each other forever.
The theater is represented by the dramatic expressions of the masks, one female and one male, youth and old age.
The music still inside the flute, now asleep on letters yet to be written and sent.
The sculpture, in the silent shell similar to an open mouth like the mask, intrusive companion of any dialogue.
And finally, the painting, represented by the mirror which, like a soul, now reflects only inanimate objects.
