Little girl

Celada loves the gaze, both his own very acute gaze and those of his subjects which appear, in many cases, almost lost. This is not the case of the little girl, perhaps dressed in classical ballerina dress, who stares with perplexed intent at the painter as he depicts her. Leaning on what seems to be a tripod, this female figure shows us a face infused with a silent emotion, in which an almost ironic air blends with the necessary solemnity of the pose. Behind her, the red drape is one of the artist's favorite objects, an allusion to the boundary between reality and theatrical appearance, a reference to the Italian metaphysical tradition. As usual, the perfection of the brush stroke is astonishing, in a timeless portrait that also draws its strength from the post-war years in which it was born. The bourgeois customs are broken once more by the ferocity of art, which softens nothing and shows us everything.