Scarlet Whisper

A scarlet whisper. Three panels that carry the same red, but each in its own way. As if the same voice spoke three times, softer and softer, deeper and deeper.

The reds answer one another. Ardent, deep, velvety. The gold leaf runs through the three panels, drawing between them the same luminous thread, the same discreet music.

A triptych that speaks softly of what red knows how to say. Not the red that screams, the red that murmurs. The red of the memory of desire, of the retained warmth, of the ember that persists.

Matter, structural plaster, acrylic, gold leaf. Wabi-sabi. To paint the whisper. To sculpt the ember.