Oil and graphite on wood panel, 72 x 59 cm, 2015
Is it me the missing child? I have often, in the childhood memories, gaps, holes in the memory, as if something had been deleted. The feeling that there was something improper, inappropriate, something that has been removed. Was I out of place? Was there something inappropriate in my behavior? Something reprehensible, capable of arousing the blame of adults and detachment of the other children?
Oil and graphite on wood panel