(Image: Oil on canvas, Gabriela Premat-Wainer 1995
h: 145cm x w: 135cm)
To Gabriela, on our 45Th anniversary, with more love that it is reasonable to expect to fit inside a person.
Every single day I think I can’t love you more. That love takes space, and that I have my fill. And every morning I prove myself wrong, even if I do not know where I put it.
Alioscha
30 of May, 2026
A quick look around told me
that, once again,
I was lost.
Lost inside her work
as, every now and then, I would.
I locked onto a single line
– a strong, assertive black line
That drew all eyes to itself,
defining the entire canvas.
It wasn’t a way out
but it was a way in…