• Dimensions: 150x150cm

• Year: 2009

• Skills: Oil on canvas

The body. Manifestation of virtuality. A corporeal way of form presentity, suffocated by the expiration of the meaning, opened with the advent of sign movement as artwork. Perpetual companion of man, bearing and putative. Inescapably interdependent (both of them) as long as the human effort lasts. An attempt of expression, a fight for conquest, claiming, and regeneration. The body has always been not just the medium but also the place that takes the man's search for the new. This place, however, in our time firer suffers, deserted, flooded with pain, and that’s the reason it’s depicted trapped empty by the cold blue of the terrestrial globe. The internal organs are absent as a cross section of emptiness of our time. Yet even trapped and empty, the anguished body is female because of the pregnancy of the wounded fertility, the resisting hope of rebirth, the agonizing search for the new, the future. Hope, or that is left from it, is waiting in this minced human body and strives to achieve a harmonious coexistence between man and nature. This interpretation of nature as art, suggests the Greek word World as “kosmima” (jewelry), it is today interpreted as a deeper intimacy and unity of man with the world, an intimacy that has now been lost and we are trying to rebuild our respect to the nature via specific operations of ecological protection and production. As a central female atlas, abraded and fragmented but stable and durable, supports the uncontaminated while eating the "remnants" of the planet. Thereby, it is inspiring consciousness of ecological and environmental protection among the broad masses and enhances human confidence to overcome the crisis and build the green "native soil", while also being trapped herself. Missing face, missing logic which refers to the illogical. Man destroys the Earth and the only living and healthy part of the planet has outlined in light blue horizontal and vertical stripes. The more bulimic intervene in the environment, the more he loses pieces of himself and his existence. The secret of life is safely guarded. We are one step before the last phase and the only unshattered and unharmed element is the hope that awaits, in an ovum, for fertilization and reconstruction of the meaning. A "long" and complex route that requires delicate orchestration processes. A "magic" hope, as the fusion of gametes to form a perfect body that will frame the new man that will lead to mental integration.