Solace (dettaglio)

In her metaphysical flowers, ideal perfection is sharpened by a strong sense of transition where beauty and vanitas merge. The damaged stem, the leaf that curls up, the fold of the petal, they all are stabbed by unreal light, a gleam that turns shadows into abysses and reveals plateaus that are infinitely crossed by transparencies and nuances. (Vera Maria Carminati)