The landscape is the essence. Nature dreams. Painting is the soul.
Landscapes of El Escorial, from here and there, lived landscapes.
In her work, Patricia Mayoral stripped the landscape of its most intrinsic nature, transforming it into strange dense, heavy, compact figures that float in an immense and empty space, where there is nothing.
Figures that, like a chrysalis, want to be but cannot. It seems that they are alive or that they want to be alive, in an inner movement sometimes slow, sometimes convulsive.