It was a morning on the eve of Christmas. As always is the case during December in Buenos Aires, an unrelenting heat was present.
I turn on the TV, change the channel until I arrive at the News. There I see him, out of focus, in the background, behind everything, being without being. And while they announce the weather and continue talking about the holidays, he is still there, almost unnoticed, the crying child, without gifts this Christmas.
This painting is made in acrylic on canvas.
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