Maria Pastra

I begin with a vision and a white canvas that makes me anxious, because I know from the start that the battle is lost: with earthly materials and brushes I have to capture the intangible, light and colour, a beauty beyond compare that is nonetheless made of elusive electromagnetic waves, tender, liquid shadows, memories, my experiences, sensations and emotions. It is a journey between enthusiasm and despair, self-confidence and helplessness. Perhaps, though, this is my own way of tasting “the self” and of existing, as I discover myself through the act of painting.