In Magali Cazo’s landscapes, the inks spread on the paper without limits, without boundaries. Our eyes move from one color to another without pausing.
We immerse ourselves in the hazy light of twilight. Or perhaps it’s the breaking dawn, the darkness of the night pierced by a ray of light, soon making everything shine. Here, everything is contrast and reflection, the weight of the earth and the airiness of the air, and we are passing through like the rising and setting sun, before starting again.