A house can be a dwelling and, at the same time, the projection surface of everything we cannot verify. This painting explores the moment when a real place stops behaving like one: the whitewashed walls glow with an evidence that the surrounding darkness immediately contradicts, while the figures looming behind the roofline belong to no census. The image builds itself through accumulation, letting the fog absorb the boundary between what stands before the eyes and what the mind erects in its place. The work reflects on how the unverified inhabits us, as presence rather than absence: what we have never seen does not stay empty, it populates itself, and the imagination proves to be the most reliable architect of all.
Acrylic paint on cotton paper.
