Inkline I

This artwork moves away from the body to focus on what it leaves behind: a trace. Against a light ground, black marks stretch out, intersect, sometimes contradict one another, as if the same gesture had been replayed several times at different rhythms. A denser core at the centre acts as a point of support: it holds the whole while letting the lines run toward the edges, between tension and dispersion. It feels like a kind of writing, not of a figure, but of an energy.

The acrylic shifts from broad, loaded passages to drier marks, almost scratched. You can read pressure, reworkings, pauses. The white is not just a background: it breathes, creates silences, and gives each black mark its weight. In the end, the work offers a direct abstraction, held by an unstable balance: rupture, return, suspension.