METAPHOR 211 - acrylic painting by Roberto Tagliazucchi

A silent dialogue between shadows and flashes, between emptiness and a light struggling to emerge. Black engulfs everything, dense, impenetrable, yet crossed by slashes of red and purple, like scars that tell of restrained energy, of a movement consumed in waiting. Space is never still; it vibrates beneath the surface, bends, distorts, suggesting invisible paths that intertwine without ever fully revealing themselves. Red expands like an open wound, layered, etched, etched again, as if time itself were leaving its mark. Purple fades into black, a silent presence, a held breath. Nothing is sharp; everything is suspended in a tension that never explodes but subtly pulses, drawing the gaze, leaving it poised between attraction and disorientation. Every detail seems to suggest a passage, an imminent transformation that never fully occurs.