The waterer watered

He stands there, under a sky that shares his pain, a torrent of tears that mixes with the rain.

The two merge, answer each other, in a silent dance where each drop seems to be an echo of his devastated soul.

Plants emerge from his head, witnesses of a beauty born of pain, each leaf a new breath, each root a silent cry of hope.
Beside him, a phone is also crying, its screen fogged with sadness, like an extension of his being, an inescapable connection to a world that escapes him.

And in this suspended moment, a sentence rises in the air, fragile and powerful at the same time: “The water of your heart waters my flowers.”

The gentle irony of this truth: it is through suffering that life takes root, it is in abandonment that love blooms.

This work is a celebration of the strange beauty that lies in our flaws, a tribute to the rebirth hidden in every tear, every rain, every flower that grows where we have cried.

Each print is an invitation to discover a part of my creative world. They retains a soul and an intention because they are hand-signed and accompanied by a certificate of authenticity.

Limited to only 100 copies worldwide, they become a rare piece, a unique fragment of my universe.