Everything in this small—black?—palimpsest of 30 × 40 inches: the ego, the tiny and the immense, the happiness of being present, all the doubts and the sadnesses, the handbook of strengths and weaknesses, reasons and wanderings. All the dreams and the nightmares too, the sleepless nights, the eternal nights. The point, the infinite, the wise and relaxed hand, the fine wrinkles and the great furrows, the iris lightened by the years, the mist spread out like a tablecloth. Also the violet cold and the warm spring afternoons, all the seasons, the slow and certain repetition, brushstroke upon brushstroke, the stars. All the darkness and chaos of life has its light. If one can see in the dark, one can see everything.
—Mariana Eliano
