Unknown III

This portrait, painted with marker and pencil – and in some strokes, with biros – depicts the face of an older man wearing glasses and a turban, enveloped in a serene, almost meditative expression. The work, in black and white, renounces colour to focus on the essential: the time inscribed in the folds of the face, the depth of the gaze, the texture of a life.

The technique combines fine lines with areas of shadow constructed from crossed layers. The pen gives a particular density, almost metallic, while the felt-tip pen defines contours and gives weight to the dark areas. The pencil softens, connects, breathes between contrasts. Together, these tools construct not only a figure, but a presence.

The turban, more than an accessory, is a symbol of identity, wisdom and tradition. The glasses frame eyes that look not directly, but inwards, as if they were remembering rather than observing. There is no drama, only dignity.

This drawing is not meant to idealise, but to honour. It is a portrait of humanity, of memory, of roots. Of someone who, although we do not know by name, we feel close to, as if their story – silent, drawn line by line – also spoke a little of our own.

Memories of an afternoon

This watercolour painting portrays a European landscape where the river becomes the central thread of the scene, meandering calmly between vegetation-covered banks, small stone houses, and open skies that seem to breathe. The boats float still, moored or drifting, as if resting after a long journey. Some are empty, others barely outline the silhouette of an oarsman, hinting at a story escaping over the horizon.

The watercolour technique allows the water to paint the water: superimposed transparencies, soft reflections, blurred skies in shades of blue, grey and gold. The landscape is not contained, but suggested; there is more emotion than precision. The humidity of the river, the silence of the air, the patina of time on the facades… everything can be guessed in each brushstroke.

Inspired by river scenes from central and northern Europe, this painting seeks to capture not just a place, but a feeling: the melancholic stillness of riverside villages, where life moves to the slow rhythm of the water. In the background, perhaps there is a church or a mill, barely hinted at, as if emerging from an ancient memory.

It is a painting that does not shout, but whispers. A tribute to the quiet beauty of the everyday and the inevitable flow of time.