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The Cycle
Materials: Sumi Ink on Rice Paper
exhibited on November 22, 2025 at the Evening for Peace Gala Dinner held on the
occasion of the 13° WORLD FORUM PER LA PACE at Hotel de la Paix, Lugano




In a series of six paintings "The Cycle" depicts a tragedy repeated: the story of a child whose world is fractured by loss. In the echoing void left by their home, the seeds of violence take root. We witness how pain, left unhealed, can twist a victim into a perpetrator, passing the torch of trauma to a new, unsuspecting generation. In the sixth painting, by choosing to reach out instead of strike down, it is offering a choice for a future where humanity can take root and flourish.
2 Loss
The universe contracts to a pile of stone and splintered memory. The child confronts the new, brutal architecture of their world, not built with hands of love, but shattered by hands of hate.


1 Play
A child is caught in a moment of pure play, kicking a soccer ball with friends. The bright red scarf is a flash of unspoiled innocence, a brief sanctuary before everything shatters.


4 Fight
The child, now a teenager, stands poised like a fighter atop the wreckage of the old world. The once-bright scarf is now a smudged and darkened grey, tied as a mask of anonymity and war. They are now pledged to fight poison with poison.


3 Void
In the stillness of a makeshift home, the child is left with their thoughts. The world outside the broken wall continues its turmoil, but inside, there is only a deep quiet. It's in this solitude that a slow, unseen change begins, a hardening, a withdrawal. The scarf has begun to lose its brilliant hue, muted by the dust of the ruins.


6 Hope
But here, the circle breaks. This is not an ending, but an alternative beginning. It is the conscious, courageous choice to unclench the fist and offer an open hand. It is the practical, profound work of planting a garden in the ruins, nurturing a new generation in the safety that was once denied.


5 Lost
The cycle is complete. They now stand where the oppressor once stood, pointing the instrument of their own destruction at a new, innocent face. The scarf, once a symbol of vibrant life, is now a fully blackened and tattered shroud, the final proof that they are utterly lost to the cycle, having become the very thing that destroyed them.


