Charcoal - The Sign and the Shadow

The subtle scent of charcoal, the dust that caresses the skin: they are a return to origins, an ancient gesture that speaks of spontaneity and depth. Each stroke of charcoal is like a breath, a moment where I lose myself in the movement of my hand and find a connection with the paper. There is no room for controlled mistakes: charcoal does not erase easily, and every mark becomes a choice, a footprint. The paper becomes a living territory, where shadow and light find an unstable but perfect balance, made up of shades that dissolve and strengthen. 

The shades of charcoal are like reflections of emotions, from the intensity of joy to the gentle melancholy. Every touch of the fingers is an invitation to explore the space between the visible and the hidden, between light and dark. Just as shadow cannot exist without light, even the darkest strokes find meaning in the luminosity they reveal. For me, charcoal is a dialogue, a play between control and freedom. It is the language of the imperfect, the unfinished, of the mark that remains on the paper, like a tender and true scar. A blot of black, a dark grain: every trace becomes a unique mark, a piece of myself on the surface of the sheet. Each work tells a unique story, a tale belonging only to that moment, to that hand that traced a line, softened an outline, and decided where to let the light speak. On this page, I have collected some of those moments, between shadows and silences, where the paper becomes memory.