Pandemic Drawings is a collection of 170 drawings of faces, drawn in a very short time span, half with the right hand, half with the left hand. They are traced with violence and voracity, driven by the obsession of a thought. Today’s thought, contemporary thought, impossible to ignore, global, viral thought.

Those faces are motionless, unintelligible. They lost the readability we are used to, the traceability of silence, suffering, fulfilment and rage, expectations and joys. The possibility to acknowledge change.
They don’t show anything, no shame, or sorrow. They are just wrecked, fragmented, tainted. The children of an uncontrollable, absolute, degenerate multiplication, portrayed on the verge of dissolution.
They are a tremendously human kind of dust, an atrociously indifferent one. Are they contracted in amazement, in awe?
I am certain about one thing, they are one next to the other, one in the other, but they can’t get to know or touch each other. They escape understanding and a different awareness than that of an inevitable, casual permanence.
They are children of a sense-interruption, they question the present.