The main thing is not where there is. The main thing is to stay in motion, blend away from reality. Lose in shimmering red areas that, interspersed with gray-blue coloring, almost seem to pulsate. What looks like an abstract picture in rocket technique at first is actually a city scene. The asphalt is wet that blur lights, and nowhere is a person. As if all the red red had simply been swallowed. Still life Wet Evelyn Plaschg, born in 1988, leaves a diffuse impression of unrest: the new attitude to life of a just young generation?
