Saro and his mosaic "Shards of a Changing World"

They emerge from the wall, dazzling and elusive. Women with faces bathed in gold and brown, some with braided hair, others hidden beneath hats, masked by thick, mirrored glasses. Their gazes, invisible, yet scrutinize us. Around them, a whirlwind of images: fragments of posters, pop icons, urban vestiges torn from the memory of the streets. A profusion. A controlled chaos.

Saro composes like an alchemist. He collects, he assembles. Each piece of paper, each photo gleaned from cities, from years to years, becomes a tile in this great puzzle. There are memories, symbols, childhood reminiscences. Faded stickers, forgotten faces, everyday objects repurposed into a visual manifesto. A palimpsest of the modern era.

And in the center, these women, dressed for winter, hats pulled down over their heads, ski masks raised like a screen between them and the world. But behind them, the colors explode, vibrant, almost burning. Red and orange seep into the snow. The icy air mixes with an ominous heat. Here, Saro summons a paradox: the mountain is disappearing, engulfed by a drifting climate. The seasons cling, but for how long?

The artist plays on contrasts. Order and chaos. The rigor of the mosaic and the effervescence of the image. His work evokes the hypnotic repetition of pop art, the anarchic ardor of street art, the shattered narrative of a fragmenting world. It blurs the lines, imposing a double reading: an illusion of portraits or an ecological manifesto?

We get lost in the details. A familiar logo, typography from another era, a face emerging from the corner of a poster. The work engages in dialogue, challenges, and provokes. Each viewer finds a clue, an emotion. Saro's art is not static. It unfolds and recomposes itself as the viewer looks at it. Like a shattered mirror of our time, it reflects both the beauty and the vertigo of a world in metamorphosis.

And at the heart of this mosaic, a question hovers, insistent: if we look away, what will remain of our winters?

Text credits: ©Be on the Crest.

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