What if we were nothing more than shadows, our identities defined by the simplest inflection of light? The question opens a horizon of possibilities, yet at the same time it confronts us with the condition of being mere spectators of the world around us.
The unease that afflicts much of humanity today is elusive and difficult to define. Many experience sadness, exploitation, or isolation, yet there is no longer a visible center of power against which to direct anger or in which to place hope. In the past, oppression had symbols, places, and faces. Today, its forms are diffuse, intangible. Perhaps the search must begin within ourselves.
Over the last century, the Western world has pursued the conquest of the material sphere, while neglecting the spiritual one. This fracture has left deep consequences: according to the World Health Organization, nearly one billion people worldwide suffer from mental health disorders such as depression, anxiety, or addiction. Every forty seconds, someone takes their own life.
The works presented here are situated in this context. They portray shadows and silhouettes—figures without identity in spaces without belonging—forced into dissonant encounters, immersed in raw and vibrant color. They ask us to reflect: have we become shadows ourselves, spectators searching for what we can no longer find within?
