A visionary and dreamlike forest, a silent and meditative female figure, sadly reflective, holds a withered rose in her hand, a sad present for the memory of a nostalgic disappearance. On the bottom left edge, a Passiflora, the flower named in this way in reference to the Passion of Jesus; a bathtub, a slender fragment of a domestic existence placed on the edge of a precariously balanced space, evokes a sort of rebirth through metaphors through the memory of the presence of water as a cathartic and purifying element. The entire work is permeated by the dimension of memory, immersed in a mystical vision of nature and an intimate

perception of reality.