Labyrinth to the Whisper

This work has no clear path. It is a labyrinth, because there is neither a single entrance nor a single exit. There are roads, detours, moments in which I lose myself and others in which I find myself. What accompanies me in that passage is not a strong voice, but a persistent intuition born from the crossing of memory and desire, as if the body remembered before the mind. And although it does not give answers, it reminds me that I am alive, that I am searching, that I am listening. Labyrinth to the Whisper is a station in my inner journey.

The face that appears is a presence. Fragmented, interwoven with lines, with forms, with layers of color that cross without asking permission. It is my attempt to represent what it feels like to search for oneself between what others see and what I hear within, offering the necessary pause in the midst of noise.