The repetition of female faces with melancholy in their eyes.
These women want to tell a story that interests me. The woman as a subject, the aesthetics of the feminine, the ideal of feminism and the idea that I find in their faces with reality, melancholy and beauty, I find in their faces, in their dresses or hats, something that represents me, I use the self-portrait faces where I expose myself freely through a mask, the woman or the feminine makes me feel free.
Melancholy is a starting stage, a state in which these characters find themselves, and they sink into a great despondency and loss of interest in sentimental/mundane matters.The reality of the world passes through them and leaves them paralysed.
The null that summons us.