Description
In Sombras, the beach unfolds like an almost empty stage. A solitary hut and a faint human presence cast elongated lines across the sand, as if time itself were stretching toward the horizon.
Ficca turns light into narrative: what matters is not the object, but what lingers and slowly fades into the distance.
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Oil on canvas mounted on stretcher
80 x 70 cm.
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Signed and dated
