Roots

Cubotto N 43

In Roots, the landscape explodes in a vibrant, almost blinding yellow, like a sun that promises life but demands waiting. The mountain stands solid, carved by textured brushstrokes that speak of resistance and time. In the foreground, the earth is uneven, alive, imperfect: it is there that everything happens, out of sight. The work becomes a clear metaphor for real life: first, we build underneath, in silence, with patience. The roots are invisible, but they determine every upward thrust. And when they are deep, growth is not only rapid: it is inevitable.