“MAGMA ROSA” You see her before she arrives. Of course. Everyone does. That color? It’s not pink, no. It’s alive like magma. This is something else, something that makes the air… hot and burn. She doesn’t walk. She negotiates with the ground. Slowly, like time’s a luxury she can afford. And us? We watch. We all watch. Because when she turns her head, just that, you feel like the evening could take fire. Or maybe you hope it does.

Format : 130 x 130 cm

Other colours on request