Anna Laurini paints bold lines and curves in a rapid style, urban but clear almost as if she painted ideograms. The ideogram of identity, of the soul. Few details. Bright and brilliant colors.
Mysterious faces like urban sphinxes. A look through the cements, the asphalts and the traffic lights. They look oriented towards the infinite and the inner territories, towards the soul. And those looks recall the depths of the self, of the identities that are diluted in the cities and in the multitudes.
Yet they look at you, quietly, silent: Anna’s faces look inside you to remind you of who you are.