In the Sagrada Família, Gaudí seems to have accomplished an impossible gesture: giving light a fourth dimension.
No longer merely something that illuminates, but a living presence that moves through space, flows along the columns, ignites the colours and changes with the passing of time.
In this painting, I sought to capture that moment when architecture ceases to be matter. Forms stretch, perspectives merge, colour bursts forth, and every geometric certainty seems to dissolve.
Only light remains.
A light that no longer belongs solely to space, but passes through it and transforms it, making visible what we normally cannot see: time.
TITLE: Light, in the Fourth Dimension
SUPPORT:
Cotton canvas on frame
SIZE:
100 x 100 cm
TECHNIQUE:
Oil on canvas
DATE:
September 2026
SERIAL N.:
20260901
NOTES:
Subject based on my photograph and created entirely with palette.
In the scorching heart of August, Valletta presents itself as a city frozen in time, carved in golden stone that challenges the gaze and heats the air. A few steps echo through its streets emptied by the sun, where the eye seeks refuge in the shade of a balcony, behind the corner of a door.
The facades, sand and honey colored, shine with bright light, but they are enlivened by the “gallariji” – wooden balconies painted in bold shades, emerald green and cobalt blue – that look out like silent observers above the pavement.
Above our heads, strings stretched between the houses hold colored paper lanterns, light as cheerful thoughts, ready for the celebration of the Assumption. Red, yellow, indigo and emerald, they dance in the breeze of the nearby sea, between shadow and sun, waiting for the evening when the city will wake up in a bright explosion of faith and joy.
In this suspended moment, my painting captures the warm breath of the city and its hidden heart, which beats slowly, waiting for the party.
TITLE:
The suspended quiet of Valletta
SUPPORT:
Cotton canvas on frame
SIZE:
65 x 80
TECHNIQUE:
Oil on canvas
DATE:
June 2025
SERIAL N.:
20250602
NOTES:
Subject taken from one of my photos and made entirely with a spatula
In the beginning, there was the line. Infinite, unchanging, luminous. It stretched silently from past eternity into the future, with no beginning and no end — like a timeless breath. It was true life, eternal life. Upon this line, suspended beyond the tangible, men and women walked in harmony with the divine order. They moved along the upper part of the line, wrapped in serene light, in an Eden where each step was understanding, presence, peace.
But the perfection of the line concealed a secret.
Along its perfect and linear course, a point was missing. A tiny absence, almost imperceptible — a void of infinitesimal size, as a mathematician might say: something that takes up no space, and yet it is there. An opening.
And so, unaware, men and women, one by one, stumble upon that point. And fall.
They fall beneath the line.
They awaken in the earthly life — a world that appears fluid, unstable, ever-changing. Shapes shift, truth blurs, all previous reference points dissolve. Humanity forgets the line, and the light it carried. The memory of the eternal fades into the fog of the material experience.
In the earthly dimension, humans struggle. They believe this is the only life. They seek security, they build, they hoard — sometimes at the expense of others. They cry out in loss, fight in fear, and withdraw in confusion. Suffering embraces them, and time urges them on.
Yet not all surrender.
Some, even immersed in the liquid realm of earthly life, do not fully forget what they no longer know. Some love. Some care. Some help their companions to rise, to walk, to search. Some look upward, without knowing why, and move toward the light.
And then, one day, the point returns.
The missing point appears again — but now not as a fall, but as a passage. It is death, yes, but not an end. It is the breach that allows one to rise again. The slender opening connecting the lower world to the higher one. And then, if the human heart has remained open, if the soul still listens, they can ascend.
They emerge above the line once more.
And now they are not the same. They remember. They recognize. They are in tune again with the Divine, reconnected to the infinite from which they came. Life resumes its eternal flow — but this time, in fullness. The being is restored in serenity, in wholeness, in truth.
