Between silence and pigment

After the noise, the studio’s silence remains.

“There are times when silence is the only way to work.” — HMad

It’s been a while since I last wrote here. My bad.
But sometimes the studio speaks louder — and the blog just has to wait for its turn.

The work for the exhibitions ended up multiplying: one in November, another in December.
Two fronts, two tempos, and the same pair of hands trying to keep up.

Between canvases, color, and cold coffee, time simply vanished.
But that’s a good sign — it means the materials took over, and silence turned into creation.

👉 Café conclusion: I wasn’t gone — I was just busy shaping the right kind of noise.