Arlequín

Three meters of raw canvas crossed in a single gust: at one end, a smoke of black and umber from which electric blues break free; toward the other, the energy turns to celebration — fuchsia, mint, emerald, yellow, and a rain of cobalt dots landing on sand. In a collection where every piece belongs to one color, this one claims them all: the harlequin is pigment in festival dress, chaos one instant before it becomes beauty. It was born of a commission — tones and textures someone dreamed first, which the work made its own, stroke by stroke, conceived from the start for the wall that was waiting for it.