Original artwork description:

In a narrow room, swallowed by shadows and silence, a woman stands with her back turned, facing a window that does not answer. The quiet seems absolute, but it isn’t… On the wall, a burst of color — violent, alive, restless — erupts like a tear in the dull fabric of reality. It isn’t just a painting hanging there. It is a scream that no longer fits inside.

On the floor, in the corner, a red gas cylinder gleams like an open wound or a vessel containing a trapped force. It is 1912 — the year humanity began to control pressure, to channel gas, to seal energy inside glass. In this piece, the cylinder becomes the symbol of a silent revolution: inner power, repressed emotion, the mute voice.

A work about contrast, about the tension between the world outside and the turmoil within. About the way we sometimes scream without sound. And about the objects that, at times, hold us better than words do.

Sometimes, the loudest screams are the ones that can’t be heard.
They can only be seen.

Materials used:

Pencil, charcoal, acrylic and vernice.