Just as in writing, painting is fall of colors, sensations and acts. This canvas, entitled 1986-1992, integrates memory, celebration, impressions, the odor and savor of love and death. The odor of the fallen flower, gathered up half wilted, which, once dried, still gives off another and different scent.

The sensation of repose that fetishist objects gathered together transmit through the love which delivers them up in due time.

It is not the odor of death, bat the memory of love gently stationed.

And a light breeze that brings as the fragrance of certain springtime.
Carmen Calvo

Smell, presence of the face.

Face, bathed in eyes.

Eyes open, crying.

Crying tears with a complex smell.

Smell of salt.

Mediterranean salt.

Mediterranean already lived.

Lived déjà vu (already seen)

Seen the eyes

That evoke vivid memories

Carmen Calvo