Born in the blink of an eye, L’escargot en un clin d’œil emerged in a moment of sudden inspiration—one that found me between two worlds. I had just arrived in Paris from Mexico, carrying with me the weight of change and the quiet ache of solitude. This face became my witness: a presence that is both here and not here, looking but not fully trusting, mirroring my own uncertainty in a foreign society.
The deep red breathes life into the silence, while the textures speak of transformation—layered and complex, yet light in spirit. It is a bridge to my inner world, a totem of solitude that embraces change and radiates presence. In a space, it is both companion and question, an intimate force that turns stillness into energy.
