Faces of Mother Earth come to us from an ancient primordial past stratified in the expressive intensity of the ancient populations of Africa, Asia and South America.
Endowed with a guileless purity, their turbid facial expressions express profound, convulsive emotions as explosive as that dense red lava that flows in the sinews of the earth. Like eternal fire, their eyes glint with the invincible might of their essence, of their presence, wherever and whenever it may be.
Faces coloured by the sun, shaped by prehistoric wisdom, caressed by curious grimaces that exude genuine, rugged spirits, forged by a towering, impermeable constitution. Nothing shakes them, nothing really afflicts them, nothing accelerates the archaic march of the forces at move them.
Faces of Mother Earth also come to us from the West, but most of them seem bewitched by the love of power, by the desire to possess ever more, overwhelmed by the need to transmute all those superfluities into basic necessities.
They gasp for breath, they chase, they stumble and fall victim to abundance and excess, warped and tormented by false beliefs that gradually and inexorably become rooted in the deepest, darkest abysses of their entrails.
Engulfed by the viscera, swallowed up by nothing, they are lost in a labyrinth of paper, plastic and polystyrene. Only a very few manage to re-emerge, irradiated by innocuous purity, very few indeed are driven by the desire to delve into reality and to rise up again, cleansed and made fragrance, from the convulsive, corrosive vortices of the masses.
Faces of the Mother Earth clearly reveal the close link that exists between that which moves the spirit and facial expression. Expressive traits, grimaces and muscular contractions perfectly mirror the inner emotions.
Our incessant quest for discovery drives us to observe in minute detail the alignments and expressions of the human face, in order to detect those ancient secrets that have lodged so gradually deep in the spirit.