Medows and Lawns, a synthesis

If I think of a medow when I close my eyes, two elements occur: one visual, the lines, and another tactile, the compliance. Then spatial structures are added, namely a boundary (there must be something around it that it stands out from) and a tendency toward minute promiscuity. In the end, an idea of confined industrious crowdedness emerges, which has little to do with the shared image of a limitless space that my mind promptly elaborates when it sees the real medow in all its width. Years ago, when I wanted to draw it, instinctively I resorted to a tendentially geometric and deconstructed way. I felt the need to recover the detail so as not to betray the idea. The result was an attempt at domestication, in which one can perceive a soft rebellion, and today it seems so self-referential to me.