‘En el Baño’
She sits in the bathroom at night, wrapped in a towel, letting the steam rise from her cup like a secret. The room is ordinary — toothpaste, a mirror, a sleepy cat — but it feels like a private universe. It’s the hour when the world finally stops asking for anything, and you can hear your own thoughts again.
This painting is about domestic intimacy, the kind that rarely makes it into a gallery: the ritual of pausing, breathing, thinking about nothing and everything at once. She is not performing or posing; she’s simply existing, letting her inner world settle in the quiet.
I think a lot about the women who find comfort in the smallest routines — a warm drink, a bathroom light, a cat watching over them — and how these moments become evidence of who we are when no one is watching. It’s a reminder that the mundane is sacred, that solitude can feel like home, and that everyday life has its own silent poetry.