2025 Tempera and oil pastel on canvas Unique piece 30 × 40 cm A black figure weeps in despair at being nothingness: it is the devil, captured only in a detail. Inspired by the Italian saying “the devil is in the details,” the work reflects on how, today, people cover themselves in luxury clothing, follow fashion, and chase trends without realizing how empty and stripped of personality they are becoming. The painting invites reflection on the intrinsic value of a person, rather than on what they wear. One should not be defined by the judgment of others, but by one’s own idea of oneself.

2025 60 × 100 cm Acrylic on canvas Unique piece Anger overcomes every mask, pushing us to escape our cages. It forces our eyes open and injects them with madness. It cannot be commented on. If you have experienced anger, you know what it means to restrain the power it unleashes, to hold the energy in those wide-open eyes and in the clenched fist.

2025 Acrylic on canvas Unique piece 40 × 50 cm “Etnok” is the work that most clearly expresses who Konte is. This is because the artist is part of the artwork itself — the hand is his own. A pale, bare face, the face of the white shadow, the protagonist of his works, now looks at him and rests its hand on the portal that connects them: the canvas. The face, suspended between light and shadow, makes this image unsettling, because, after all, every hidden side of ourselves is, deep down, unsettling. The signature of the painting is the fingerprint itself.

2025 40 × 50 cm Unique piece Acrylic on canvas This artwork is inspired by two elements: the German avant-garde of the early 20th century and a quote by Al Pacino: “The neck is the bridge between the heart and the mind.” But what happens when that bridge is severed? How often are we forced to make a choice — to follow logic or to follow emotion — when the two rarely align? The neck, therefore, becomes the only clearly defined part of us that neither thinks nor changes.

60 × 90 cm 2025 Acrylic on canvas Unique piece The white shadow now calls to him, saying it wants to come out. In itself it has no face, yet one is given to it by the masks that, light as air, are placed on the face every day. Once the mask is removed, however, what remains is that hidden part of oneself that hungers to emerge and reclaim control. We are all what we hide.