STATEMENT

With “The abyss”, I portray one of the quietest and most devastating moments of human experience: waking up in the void — that suspended fragment in which the day has not yet begun, but already makes us feel at the mercy of an inner ocean.

The work transforms a daily gesture into an existential vision: getting out of bed becomes a metaphor for the struggle to find meaning, energy, direction. In a world that demands efficiency and clarity from the earliest hours of the day, I instead tell the truth of those who wake up already tired, already defeated, immersed in deep thoughts that offer no answers — only the sensation of drowning.

“The abyss” is a painting about deep sadness, alienation, and that form of obsessive thought that creeps in with the morning light and amplifies every emotion, making it vast and elusive. It is not just a body in bed: it is every human being who, at least once, has stared at the ceiling without knowing why they exist.

“The abyss” does not seek comfort, but recognition. It is the portrait of someone who, before even starting the day, must first survive themselves.