La piel de la montaña

In Benigembla, where the mist caresses the peaks and the stone still holds the echo of the earth, I painted a face.

Not just any face: a gaze that doesn't observe, but belongs.

A being born of roots, leaves, and flowers.

A woman who is earth.

Who doesn't decorate the facade, but breathes with it.

This mural is my way of surrendering to nature. Of saying that we are not above or on the sidelines, but within. That we are part of the vegetal pulse that inhabits every corner of this town.

Her hair is a vine, her breath a flower.

Her presence, a reminder:

🌿 "There is no beauty without a connection to what surrounds us."