Since the dawn of humanity, art has woven an intimate dialogue with tales and myths—ancestral narratives that carry both the weight and the lightness of existence. They speak of who we are, of the light and shadow that dwell within us. Universal themes resonate through them: beauty, love, courage, but also the grotesque, betrayal, envy. Between the divine and the human, fragments of our essence emerge, reflecting the complexity of reality.

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In Blurry Tales, my works arise from this interplay between the visible and the intangible, between myths that echo through time and identities that dissolve and reshape themselves.

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Can you see your Echo? diverts its gaze from the lake to the mirror: not as a surface, but as a resonance. Reflections that carry memories and judgments dissolve into an unstable veil, where the visible unravels into the unspeakable.

It pulses with mythical fragments—blood and shadow, glimmer and ruin, Narcissus and Echo. Like a veiled ritual, its forms intertwine in geometric tensions, evoking opposing forces spinning in an abstract equilibrium. What burns and what fades coexist within the same reflection. Among fragments and remnants, metallic glimmers whisper of a fire long extinguished… or the promise of a new blaze.

Is it possible to contemplate one’s own essence, or are we forever captive to distortion? What looks back at us is the sacred present, bearing an oracular trace of what once was and what is yet to come.

But what if, in the end, it is the mirror that dreams of us?

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Varuna Without Origins plunges into the violent, blood-stained birth of Venus. The Sky’s severed testicles, cut away by the sharp stroke of Saturn’s sickle, were cast into the ocean with a resounding rupture. The body of the Sky unravels into flowing blues, while a single crimson thread stains the sea-horizon in an endless dusk. Lines pulsate, longing for the fall, whispering ruptures, sacrifices, and transformations.​

The brutality of mythology echoes through contemporary masculinity, unraveling its foundations and dissonances. The dissolution of the Sky suggests a new landscape: What myths have we built around manhood?
If masculinity was forged in violence, can it be reinvented without its total destruction?
And if the myth of creation is, in truth, a myth of mutilation?
If the Sky can bleed, what still prevents us from rewriting its gods?
What remains of the masculine when its foundations dissolve?
If Saturn castrates the Sky, who truly holds the power—the one who severs or the one who bleeds?

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Blurry Tales is a visual inquiry into what dissolves and what remains, into the stories that pass through us and the possibility of forging new modes of existence. In this journey, art becomes a ritual—an invitation to awakening and transformation.