The Circle
The circle is not a form, it is survival.
It shelters me from the noise outside, from the straight lines that try to cut through my soul.
Inside it, I can breathe. I can fall apart. I can exist without pretending.
Here, silence moves like blood. Light trembles.
Each element fights for its place, chaos and order tearing each other apart until they become one.
I sink, I rise, I lose myself, I return.
Every painting is a wound that learns to heal through color.
The circle is my body and my refuge, my cycle of death and rebirth.
Gravity pulls me down, but creation lifts me higher.
Within this motion I meet the Superconsciousness
the pulse that reminds me I am still alive……………………….
Priscila Monsalve Verdugo
Geometry of Time
Acrylic on canvas
165 × 165 cm
2025
This work conceives time as a circular structure rather than a line moving forward toward a destination. Everything that exists is born, transforms, and dies, but this movement does not occur in the past or the future, it happens only in the present.
At the center of the composition, the hourglass marks the only real point in time: now. Evolution, consciousness, and life do not unfold in future expectations or in memory, but in the present moment as it slips away while we inhabit it. Time passes, the body ages, death is inevitable, and precisely for that reason the present becomes an act of awareness and responsibility.
The work suggests that linear time is a functional illusion, while lived time is circular and demands presence. To live is to remain awake at the center of the movement, knowing that everything changes, everything ends, and that every second that passes does not return.
Nonexistent
When the eyes gaze through that lens, they believe they see everything, yet in truth, they see nothing.
What is real? Where are we, truly?
I feel small, and at the same time, something whispers that we are immense, not because we dominate anything, but because we are part of something infinite.
History is not as it has been told. Reality is unstable. What we call “real” dissolves when questioned, and what we dismiss as unreal often holds more truth.
“Nothing is what it seems” echoes in my mind again and again, alongside another disturbing thought: the bad are called good, and the good are called bad.
This work questions perception, truth, and the narratives we accept without doubt.
Never close your mind.
MY CENTER
Acrylic on canvas
165 × 165 cm
2023
My center is at the center. I remain behind it, holding on tightly with my claws. When the current calms, I wander through the city, climbing skyscrapers to observe what unfolds below. I enjoy the adrenaline of walking across rooftops, yet nothing feels more satisfying than lifting my gaze toward the sky.
In some way, we are connected to it. When I look upward, I see the colors of the earth rising and moving with the clouds. It makes me wonder if we truly believe that no one is watching from above, or if that belief is only a comfort we repeat to ourselves.
We are made of stardust, yet we struggle to understand that what we see in the sky is only the reflection of events that happened millions of years ago. Many of those stars are already dead. I often think about how beautiful those supernovae must have been in the moment of their collapse.
The universe is filled with the remains of stars. As they fall into black holes, even the laws of physics begin to break down. Faced with this, our certainty dissolves.
Still, we insist on believing that we are alone.
DIMENSION
Acrylic on canvas
Dimensions: 165 × 165 cm
2023
I wish I knew which way to go. I see too many doors, windows, and paths opening at once, and my eyes grow dizzy while my mind feels unsettled. I wonder if taking the train would be easier, but I choose to walk through the grass instead. It appears to be the simplest and most pleasant option, yet I am drawn to difficulty.
I continue along the harder path because something in me understands that all roads lead to the same end. We are born knowing that we will die. The difficult path attracts me because it allows me to experience life with intensity. The adrenaline of moving forward without certainty becomes addictive, whether it brings victory or defeat.
Within this space, boredom does not exist. I have created countless tools to build a better present, to remain conscious inside my own process. With time, I have realized that there is no correct path. The path is not given. It is created.
ENSEMBLE
Acrylic on canvas
Dimensions: 165 × 165 cm · 2024
Above us, another dimension exists, and within that dimension an even greater one unfolds, embracing it and covering it with its mantle. As I reflect on this, I realize how small we are, and yet at the same time I feel immense. I am part of this vast energy that sustains and nourishes us.
Within me, I can experience countless emotions, and they intensify when I become aware of how complex and extraordinary life truly is. I do not ask too many questions, because I am certain that beyond the circle there exists an infinite world, a place where all circles are connected through a greater one.
The great circle is you.
IMAGIN
Acrylic on canvas
Dimensions: 165 × 165 cm · 2025
I am not inside the circle. Am I unprotected in the world of my dreams? I believe that when I am inside the circle, I am conscious, but now I have awakened within this dream, and I am aware that I am dreaming.
Which one is the real world? If what I feel in my dreams is real, why do they call them fantasies? My dreams are real. I can see them, feel them, even smell them.
The human eye is limited, unable to see beyond. How foolish it is to believe only in what we can see, especially when we possess so many senses. We cannot even see words, yet we still believe in them.
AFTERWARD
Acrylic on canvas
Dimensions: 165 × 165 cm · 2023
We want to control everything, yet in doing so we are losing the ability to feel. We feed on synthetic adrenaline that fades within seconds, replacing depth with stimulation and speed.
I have always loved simplicity. Walking barefoot on the beach, gazing at the starry sky, wondering each time I see the lanterns scattered across the dark curtain if they will visit us tonight. In those moments, control dissolves and something essential returns.
Humans, perhaps the most naive beings in the Universe, want to dominate everything while remaining completely blind. A new world is approaching, one where humans, robots, and extraterrestrials will cross paths within the same Universe. I do not believe I will be alive to witness it, but I sense that I will observe it from another world.
For now, all I can do is paint what is yet to come.
UNKNOWN
Acrylic on canvas
Dimensions: 165 × 165 cm · 2024
I would like to explain this deeply, yet I have more questions than answers. All I truly know is that I know nothing. If we were capable of recognizing our own ignorance, we might become wiser.
Humans possess consciousness, yet many times we do not know how to use it. We are egotists playing at being gods, while simultaneously believing in foolish ideas without hesitation.
In this place, the madman is the only one who remains sane.
VIKINGS
165 × 165 cm · 2022
I am not inside the circle of the gods. Am I lost in the world of my ancestors’ spirits? I believe that when I stand within the circle, I am bound to ancient laws, to a way of living that accepts destiny without fear. Yet now, that circle is no longer pure. Something external has entered it.
Which circle is the true one? If the fire that feeds my dreams is real, why do they call it a myth? The strength I feel is also real. I carry it in my bones, in the memory of the body, in the discipline that endures even when other forms of power attempt to impose themselves.
The warrior’s gaze is sharp, but even so, it cannot see everything. Sometimes control disguises itself as order. Sometimes law is imposed over blood. We believe we recognize the origin of our strength, yet we forget that history does not move cleanly. It crosses, it mixes, it collides.
We are naive when we think a single vision can dominate everything. The circle still exists, even when it has been pierced. And even when others attempt to govern it, its essence does not disappe
CELL
Acrylic on canvas
Dimensions: 165 × 165 cm · 2022
I am here, striving to remain centered and silent. I wish I could stay untouched by what does not belong to me, yet when I look through the window, I see everything passing by. I ask myself again and again why I am here. I am not in the right state of mind to analyze it calmly, to draw conclusions, or to say enough.
Until one day, I did say it. No more.
I created this piece during a very sad period of my life. I was living inside a castle built on lies, slowly collapsing. When everything finally lay in ruins, I ran with all my strength, only to find chains at the end of the road.
“No more,” I kept repeating as I closed my eyes. I felt the morning grass brushing against my skin while the breeze moved through my hair, and I understood something clearly. This is freedom.
My physical freedom was taken from me, but my emotional freedom was never lost.
CIRCULAR DISPLACEMENT
Acrylic on canvas
165 × 165 cm · 2022
Nothing here moves in a straight line. Everything turns, returns, persists. Motion is born from the circle, like engines, like time itself, like an energy that never truly comes to rest. Every gear, every bolt, every component fulfills its role within an invisible order, one that only those who love mechanics instinctively recognize.
This is not a static form but a living system, an architecture of force and precision where speed is not chaos but rhythm, and displacement is not escape but conscious repetition. To rotate is to exist, to return is to continue.
There is a silent beauty in machines. They do not lie, they do not improvise, they do not promise what they cannot sustain. They simply “work”. And within that constant, almost ritual functioning, a different kind of poetry emerges, one that does not need words to be understood.
THE CENTER
Acrylic on canvas
165 × 165 cm · 2025
We all carry a center within us, a place where calm, strength, and direction are born. When that center is in balance, energy flows, and what we give to the world returns with the same intensity. Nothing is lost; everything circulates.
This center is neither rigid nor perfect. It expands, contracts, and protects itself. It is a living space that responds to how we look at life, how we feel, and how we move through it. When we act with awareness, we receive coherence. When we move from noise, noise returns.
We are energy in motion. And at the heart of that movement, there is always a point of shelter, a place we can return to in order to begin again.
