THE FLOWERS OF MY GARDEN

THE ARTIST’S VOICE

About the artwork

When I paint this work, I feel I am opening a secret door to a world where classical beauty and the boldest modernity embrace without asking permission.

These flowers — my flowers — grow in a garden that exists not on earth, but in my obsessions, fantasies and excesses. The bee, caught between the lips, is a small tribute to the stories that shaped me, to those tiny details that change entire destinies.

The honey falls like a whisper turned into luxury; a soft liquid that seeks no explanation, only to seduce. In this painting I do not seek to speak of silence, but of a cry expressed with such exaggerated elegance that it becomes irresistible. It is a gesture of bourgeois sensuality, a visual indulgence that invites you to lose yourself without searching for meaning, because here meaning is simply feeling.