But what do you think?
There is a gaze that does not judge, but crosses.
Two large eyes, almost wide open to the world, reflect colors, contrasts, fragments of reality that intertwine like the geometries on his face.
His face is decomposed, divided, recomposed.
Like the time we live in.
Like overlapping news.
Like emotions that change direction.
Place your hand on your face in an ancient gesture.
It's not tiredness. It's distance.
It is the silence of those who observe before speaking.
It is the suspension of those who feel the weight of things, but do not allow themselves to be overwhelmed.
There is a slight perplexity in his gaze.
It's not loss.
It's awareness.
The world happens, runs, breaks and is put back together.
He watches it from afar, like someone who has understood that everything is transitory.
That the noise subsides.
That storms consume themselves.
That every excess finds a balance.
In his eyes restlessness and patience coexist.
Chaos and harmony are reflected in the vibrant colors of the face. There is measure in the gesture of the hand.
"The Thinking One" does not oppose the world.
He contemplates it.
And in contemplating it, he surpasses it.
It is the portrait of someone who knows that everything passes. And precisely for this reason, he chooses to stay.
Acrylic on canvas – 40 x 50 cm