A fixed, almost hypnotic gaze, as something indefinable emerges from the face. Are the dark curls escaping from the cheeks an extension of the self, a materialization of a thought, an anger, a secret held back for too long?
The contrast of colors is striking: an acid green background, a cottony pink cloud, a purplish face with a textured beard. Everything seems unreal, floating between dream and hallucination, between introspection and explosion. The man is there, static, impassive, but everything within him is transformed, freed.
With Ça sort , WRD gives form to the invisible, to those repressed emotions that always end up finding a way out. A work as strange as it is fascinating, which evokes this blurred line between control and letting go.
