"We love perfection because we cannot have it; we would loathe it if we
had it. The perfect is inhuman because the human is imperfect."
Fernando Pessoa
The Book of Disquiet, by Bernardo Soares

In this work, I intend to transmit the beauty of imperfection.
We live in a mechanical world that strives for perfection, in which any
imperfection is immediately pointed out.
The duality with which the individual is faced in trying to integrate into this mechanism, maintaining its integrity and its flaws, its humanity, is
represented in this canvas through geometric shapes (not all of them complete or perfect) and metallic paint.
It is our imperfections that distinguish us, that make us unique and that
and which allow us to stand out in a mechanised society, represented by models perfect and standardised models.