Untitled 2025
Untitled 2025
Triptych Medium: Oil on Canvas Sheets - Dimensions: 22 cm x 22 cm each (H 22 cm x L 66 CM)
From this abyss, the triptych Untitled 2025 was born.
This work carries no title, not out of aesthetic affectation, but because no title could carry the unbearable weight of this collective collapse.
There are no words that can honor the lives stolen from children and women.
No terminology that can frame the cognitive dissonance of a world that justifies atrocity while celebrating its own supposed civility.
In the left panel: two women.
In the right panel: two children.
Their poses are suspended, they are not yet victims, but already prisoners of forces beyond their comprehension. Their fate has been sealed by invisible hands.
At the center: an abstract stain.
A mark.
A drop of blood?
A wound?
A final fragment of silence after language has failed.
The minimalism of form mirrors the impossibility of representation.
The painting does not portray violence; it bears witness to the unbearable residue it leaves behind.
Within the physical structure of the triptych lies a secret:
A small handwritten note is hidden inside one of the frames, like a message-in-a-bottle sealed within the artwork itself.
In this silent page, I wrote:
No names.
No borders.
No answers.
This work does not seek to explain, but to echo.
It carries the silence of cities reduced to dust,
the weight of childhoods interrupted,
and the quiet resilience that still resists erasure.
It asks whether human dignity, legal truth, and political will still move together, or whether we now live in a world where they dangerously diverge.
This is not a message.
This is not a warning.
It is a witness.
A fragment, preserved, for those who still believe that art must speak when the world forgets to listen.
The note is not displayed. It exists quietly, guarding the invisible soul of the work — a private confession, a silent voice for a world that may one day remember to listen.
A Witness - Not a Message
This work is not a message.
It is not a warning.
It is not a call to action.
It is simply... a witness.
A fragile fragment preserved for those few who still believe that art must speak, precisely when humanity has ceased to listen.