Measurements: 100×80 cm
Medium: oil on linen
In this painting, a living figure presses her hand over the mouth of a marble statue. The gesture is intimate yet forceful — the present silencing the past.
The statue represents what we consider fixed: history, memory, inherited narratives. Marble suggests permanence and authority, the illusion that truth is solid and unchangeable. Yet even stone can be muted. Even what feels eternal can be reshaped by those who live now.
Throughout human existence, history has been written, erased, and rewritten according to the interests of power. Empires glorify themselves. Regimes revise memory. Generations reinterpret what came before them. The past does not speak for itself — it is spoken for.
The painting asks: What is the truth?
Is it the original event? The surviving record? The dominant version repeated over time? Or is truth something unstable — constantly negotiated between silence and voice, between memory and control?
The warm flesh against cold marble captures this tension. The present is alive, and therefore powerful. The past, though monumental, remains vulnerable.
Measurements: 100×80 cm
Medium: oil on linen
In this painting, a living figure presses her hand over the mouth of a marble statue. The gesture is intimate yet forceful — the present silencing the past.
The statue represents what we consider fixed: history, memory, inherited narratives. Marble suggests permanence and authority, the illusion that truth is solid and unchangeable. Yet even stone can be muted. Even what feels eternal can be reshaped by those who live now.
Throughout human existence, history has been written, erased, and rewritten according to the interests of power. Empires glorify themselves. Regimes revise memory. Generations reinterpret what came before them. The past does not speak for itself — it is spoken for.
The painting asks: What is the truth?
Is it the original event? The surviving record? The dominant version repeated over time? Or is truth something unstable — constantly negotiated between silence and voice, between memory and control?
The warm flesh against cold marble captures this tension. The present is alive, and therefore powerful. The past, though monumental, remains vulnerable.
