[Q#5]- QUIRITATIO Painting

[Q#5] “It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of light, it was the season of darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair.” It was the novelty and the sterility of a mid-Quarantine. It was, indeed, Dickensian in its unravelling, reeking of imaginary, unsavory characters and cautionary tales… ‘twas a true “tale of two cities”: one outside my window, vacant, pointless, yet alluring like never before; the other one, a jailbird inside my head, since my abode seemed breached by a myriad of emotions running amok. Between those two incongruous threads of reality– the impetuousness of a quiritatio, a cry for help that seemed marooned between TV sound bites and online angst, between térébenthine fetor and home-cooked meals eroticism. It all converged towards the acrylic exorcism that, upon your gaze, may break down the fourth wall of pandemic rigmarole. project page: