11

1. THE WORK
A suspended body, on the edge of a nameless space. The lines are black, raw, scraped. They cry more than they trace. The background is white, almost clinical. The bottom, black like a rising night. The figure seems to float between rest and abandon, between fall and release. 11. is a painting that does not seek to seduce. It exposes. It strips away. It says what words dare not convey. A rare, frontal contemporary work of naked, indisputable beauty.

2. THE INTENTION
This is not an abstract painting. It is an X-ray of an extreme moment. 11. evokes that moment when we let go without a sound. When the body falls... but something within us continues to watch. It is a work about exhaustion, about tension fading away. The title itself is an enigma: number, cry, pause, breath... 11. is the edge. That of a departure, an end, or perhaps a nameless beginning.

3. THE INVITATION
And you... have you ever found yourself on the edge - of explosion, of oblivion, of inner silence?
What if this tipping point… was precisely the place where everything starts again?

4. YOUR PAINTING AT HOME
Ideal in an introspection room, a sober living room, a room of meditation, or a listening space.
This contemporary work leaves no one untouched. It is a mirror for those who live deeply, a refuge for those seeking to understand what is happening... when everything seems to be fading away.