Encuentro

Color screaming, shapes colliding, chaos with rhythm. Red, blue, yellow, white—blood, sky, fire, bone. Two figures trapped in the noise, broken gestures, eyes that don’t meet but feel. Words float between the strokes: ‘LOVE,’ ‘PASSION’—not as sweetness, but as combustion. The background murmurs with textures, graffiti of thoughts, scars of the brush. Nothing is clean, nothing is ordered, because life is like this: raw, immediate, urgent. The painting doesn’t explain, the painting shouts.